Blind No More，I Chose to Divorce

I booked the ticket, thinking they were done with their affair.

I was wrong.

When I steadied my breath and walked back into the house, they had moved from the study to the living room.

My wife, Fiona, was straddling a man on the couch.

Her black silk shirt was torn open. A lace bra. Angry red marks covered her chest.

The man under her wasn't me. It was Leo. My wife's bodyguard.

Fiona's lips were swollen, her hair a mess. She was staring down at him, full of passion.

She was so lost in her desire, she didn't even see me.

But when Leo saw me, he deliberately ran a hand down Fiona's waist, pulling her body tighter against his.

Sophina bit her lower lip at once, holding back any sound from escaping.

"Don't be scared, Don. Javier is already blind. He can't see anything."

He whispered in Sophina's ear, his eyes sweeping over me with contempt.

"It's more exciting this way. Right in front of him."

Fiona's body trembled.

But she didn't push him away.

She softened in his arms, letting him touch her, letting his hand slide between her legs.

"Easy, Leo," she breathed. "He'll hear us."

It felt like someone was carving up my heart, piece by piece.

Three years ago, I took a car bomb meant for her. Shrapnel took my eyes. She knelt in the hospital and swore she'd be my eyes.

Now, she was with another man, right in front of me.

And I had to pretend I couldn't see. I fumbled my way to the sofa across from them and sat down.

When she was finished, she finally pretended to notice me.

Her voice trembled slightly.

"Javier? You're back?"

"The check-up finished early." I fought to keep my voice steady. "The doctor said... no progress."

Leo looked bored, tracing circles on her waist.

"Another round?"

he purred. "But my queen, we're out. Need a fresh condom."

He grinned at her, then glanced at me.

"Should he get it, or should I?"

A flicker of hesitation in Fiona's eyes，but she quickly made up her mind.

"Javier,could you get my vitamins for me? They're in the drawer in the master closet. The doctor said I need to take more."

Leo chuckled beneath her, his fingers stroking the inside of her thigh.

My heart skipped a beat.

Fiona gave in to Leo's sick game.

I looked at her, my face pale.

Her face was flushed, her eyes hazy with lust. Her arms were still wrapped tightly around Leo's neck, unwilling to let go.

I dug my nails into my palms, trying to stop the shaking.

"Of course." My voice was a choked wreck. "I'll get them."

I pretended to feel my way to my feet and headed upstairs. Every step was like walking on broken glass.

When I came back with what they needed, Leo's hands were still roaming over her body. Fiona shot him a warning glare. A look that said, Don't push it. She took the "vitamins" from my hand.

"You should go rest. I have some Family business to take care of. I don't want to disturb you."

With that, Leo scooped her into his arms, already hard again, and carried her toward the side parlor.

After they left, a bitter sting burned my eyes.

Even though I had decided to leave, to let her go, the pain was like being torn apart.

“Never betray you”, she had said. She broke her word.

I pulled out my encrypted phone and called my father.

"Dad, I'll come back to Sicily. I'll take over the family's art business."

"You're sure? Once you're back, you give up everything in Chicago. Can you leave Fiona?"

I didn't hesitate. "Yes."

My father was silent for a long time.

"Alright. Come back in a week."

Once, I gave up everything he offered me for her.

Now, she was the one who made the choice for me.

I shot a cold glance at the closed parlor door. I could hear their muffled moans and the clinking of glasses.

"For years, I've wasted my life on the Falcones. On Fiona. It's time to go home."

"Good. That's my blood. You haven't disappointed me. In eight days, I'll have men waiting for you at the estate gate."

"I'll be there."

After I hung up, Fiona walked out, wearing nothing but Leo's black silk jacket.

Her neck and collarbone were a canvas of dark bruises—his marks.

She didn't care if I "saw."

Because I was a blind man.