LOGINOn the way to an art exhibition, I get into a devastating car accident. My face is covered in blood as my husband, Benedict Stiles, frantically tears through the wreckage. He pulls me free and rushes me into emergency surgery. As the anesthesia begins to take effect, I vaguely hear his voice. "Doctor, she's already unconscious and badly injured. Remove her corneas and transplant them into Melanie right now. Her world tour's kicking off next month. She can't afford to lose her sight!" "But your wife is an artist, too," the doctor says in a trembling voice. "If she goes blind, it'll destroy her!" Benedict's tone leaves no room for discussion. "Melanie took a knife for me years ago. I owe her my life, and I'm going to repay that debt. "Once my wife loses her sight, I'll transfer all the shares I own to her and make sure she's taken care of for the rest of her life. I'll be her eyes. But Melanie needs her sight back immediately." I tell myself that I must be dreaming. But when I wake up, my entire world is pitch-black. The sheer absurdity of what he's done overwhelms me, along with despair. So when Benedict books an entire private island and prepares to renew his vows to me beneath a sky filled with fireworks, I don't hesitate to set the whole island on fire.
View MoreAfter the storm, Benedict completely lost it.Years of heavy drinking and refusing to eat had already taken a toll on his body. Combined with the stress, guilt, and constant self-destructive behavior, his health deteriorated rapidly.After he collapsed while coughing up blood, doctors diagnosed him with terminal stomach cancer. By then, the disease had already spread throughout his body.Stiles Group officially entered bankruptcy proceedings soon afterward.Whitney and Trisha took what little money remained for living expenses and disappeared overnight.The man who had once run Stiles Group and commanded everyone's attention was now lying alone on an extra bed in the hallway of an overcrowded public hospital, with very little time left.Then, during a violent storm one night, Benedict became delirious.Despite being close to death, he suddenly found enough strength to rip the IV from his hand and stumble out of the hospital unnoticed.Wearing nothing but a thin hospital gown, h
Three days later, Benedict somehow scraped together some money by selling the last of his personal belongings.He spent it all on the finest art supplies he could find, including expensive canvases, custom brushes, and the paint I'd once loved.Then, in the plaza outside Horizon Tower, he had a small glass studio built to shield the supplies from the rain.He kneeled outside it in the middle of a downpour, soaked from head to toe, holding a sign he'd written in his own blood."Evelyn, please paint again. I want to see you go back to the dream you loved."Holding a black umbrella, I walked through the rain with my security team and stepped inside the glass studio.The moment Benedict saw me, excitement shook his entire body.He scrambled inside after me and held out a custom-made paintbrush with both hands, staring at me with desperation and hope."Honey, go ahead. Paint anything you want. I'll clean your brushes for you every day. I'll spend the rest of my life posing for you i
Benedict's outburst immediately threw the ballroom into chaos.Several members of my security team rushed forward and pinned him to the carpet only a few feet away from me."Let me go! That's my wife! Evelyn, look at me. It's Ben!" He fought desperately against them, lifting his head so he could keep staring into my eyes. One moment he was crying, and the next, he was laughing through his tears."You can see now. Thank God. You're alive. You're really alive…"Whitney and Trisha quickly pushed their way through the crowd.Whitney froze when she saw me, but her shock lasted only a moment before excitement lit up her face.I knew exactly what she was thinking. If I was still Benedict's wife, then as far as she was concerned, the Stiles family was saved."Evelyn, you're alive, and you're running some huge conglomerate."Whitney marched toward me, immediately slipping back into the same entitled tone she'd always used."Where have you been for the last three years? Do you have an
Three years later, at an exclusive private hospital in Newell, the doctor carefully removed the bandages from my eyes. The sudden burst of sunlight was so bright that I instinctively squeezed them shut.A few seconds later, I slowly opened them again, and the world came back into focus.A brilliant blue sky stretched beyond the window, white clouds drifted overhead, and right in front of me, Josephine stood with tears streaming down her face."Evelyn, you can see!" She threw her arms around me. "You can finally see again!"I hugged her tightly, a relieved smile spreading across my face.During my three years overseas, I'd not only undergone a successful corneal transplant, but I'd also reconciled with Grandpa's family and officially taken over his enormous multinational conglomerate.Three years in the business world had changed me completely. The naive, timid woman I'd once been was gone. I'd learned when to be ruthless, when to make difficult decisions without hesitation, a






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