Male Model Accused Me, but I’m Blind

My voice was soft, but it cut through the noisy room like a sharp spike. The neighbors who had been shoving and shouting froze for a moment. The middle-aged woman leading the charge left her hand hanging awkwardly in the air, forgetting to bring it down.Every gaze locked on my face. Or rather, on the two hollow, empty sockets where my eyes should have been. They were the permanent scars a fire had left me three years ago.The officer in charge, a seasoned cop with the surname Wright, paused for a moment before frowning. His voice dripped with impatience. “Cut the act. If you’re really blind, a hospital can confirm it.”Across the hall, Curtis Lowe's voice faltered for a split second before rising again. “She’s lying! She’s just trying to get out of this! How could she be blind? Every night, she stands by the window, watching me!”Halfway through his rant, his eyes landed on my empty sockets. His voice trembled, and his words lost their edge. “That’s disgusting! Seriously disgust

“What kind of attitude is that? Do you even know where you are?!” Officer Wright let out a cold laugh. “Let me make this clear. Once you’re in here, don’t put on airs. And just because you’re a woman doesn’t mean you’re the victim! You won’t talk? Fine. We’ve got plenty of ways to make you talk!”The chair screeched harshly as it was shoved back. He rose to his feet and lowered his voice. “Lock her up first. Once we get the warrant, search her place thoroughly. I want to see how long she can keep this up.”The door opened again. Two officers walked in and grabbed my arms, one on each side.I did not resist.The moment Curtis called the police, I already realized that this was not a misunderstanding. It was a setup. Since they dared to go this far, they must have already prepared the evidence.Next, they would search my apartment—things that were never there to begin with. I would be permanently branded as a voyeur and a harasser. There would be no way to clear my name unless I tor

“Yvie, I don’t care whether you really have issues or you’ve been wronged. I’m giving you three days. If you haven’t moved out after three days, I’ll have someone throw all your things onto the street.”Then, she hung up with a sharp click.The holding cell fell back into silence.Officer Wright’s face carried an undisguised trace of satisfaction. “Did you hear that? Feels bad being abandoned by everyone, doesn’t it?”He nodded toward his subordinates. “Take her away.”I was escorted down the long corridor. This time, no one whispered anymore. Their stares were colder than insults. It was like they were looking at something already condemned.I was pushed into a police car, heading to the city detention center. There, I would wait for what they called 'trial'. Outside the window, the noise of the city slowly faded. I leaned against the cold metal interior, feeling the vibration of the vehicle. Despair surged in like a tide from all directions, slowly, steadily, swallowing every

“Curtis walks lightly but deliberately uses more force in his steps, like he's trying to hide something. The other person’s footsteps are extremely light, almost silent. But there's one clear detail…”My voice slowed. “The other person's left foot lands slightly heavier, and the right is lighter—like an old injury causing uneven weight distribution. It's a male with a light build. He moves carefully and cautiously.”These were details I had never spoken aloud. It was because they would sound like nothing more than the imagination of a blind woman to the others.However, Grace did not interrupt me. Even her breathing did not change noticeably.“Anything else?” she asked.“Yes.”I nodded.“He was searching for something. I heard furniture being lightly moved and the sound of fabric brushing inside a closet. It wasn’t random. It was a deliberate search.”I paused for a moment, then said the most important part, “And on the day Curtis called the police, his heartbeat was off. It wa

“What you need to do now is stay alive and wait for the flaw to show.”The visitation ended. I was taken back to the cell. However, my heart sank even deeper.The lead had stalled. The only breakthrough had been deliberately cut off.Over the next few days, something in the cell began to feel off. The people who had openly bullied me before suddenly held back. There was no more blatant harassment.In fact, when I came near, they would instinctively move aside. Still, their gazes had changed. Along with disgust, there was something else now—wariness.I did not know what had happened until that night.The woman who held the most authority in the cell slowly walked over to me. Her steps were heavy. Her breathing was rough, carrying an oppressive weight. She crouched down, lowering her voice.“Yvie.”She did not use any insults this time.“Did you… offend someone?”I did not answer. She did not seem to need one. She continued, “A couple days ago, a message came in from outside.”