Chapter 3

I collapsed onto the floor. A sharp pain twisted through my abdomen, making it hard to breathe. I had just undergone an abortion yesterday. There was no way my body could handle the force of Connor shoving me like that.

I reached out, found my cane on the ground, and forced myself to stand.

“I may be blind,” I said coldly, “but my heart isn’t. Connor, you and June both know what you have done to betray me.”

His voice immediately turned flustered. “What are you talking about? What have we done? Junie and I are innocent. If you had any misunderstandings, you could’ve asked me. Instead, you chose to hit someone. Acting in front of everyone like that, how do you think the employees at the company will see me now? How will they see you?”

Before I could say another word, June suddenly burst into tears.

“This is all my fault,” she sobbed. “I shouldn’t have brought Faye to the company without asking. That’s what caused this misunderstanding. In the future, I’ll keep my distance from both of you. This won’t happen again. I should leave.”

With that, June ran out, and Connor rushed after her.

Listening to their footsteps fading farther and farther away, I finally lost the strength to stay upright. My body gave out, and before I slumped down, I whispered, “Connor, we’re over.”

When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital bed. Only then did Connor call me.

“Faye, about what happened today… I hope you won’t take it to heart,” he said. “I didn’t mean those things I said to you. There were so many employees watching. I had to say something to protect you. Otherwise, how would people see you in the future?

“Just get some rest at the hospital. Don’t get upset again. I’m on my way there now, and I’ll accompany you for another checkup. Don’t be mad, okay? For your birthday this year, how about I take you abroad for a vacation?”

What a liar. When he yelled at me earlier, the anger in his voice had been unmistakable. He had truly been furious. All those sweet talks earlier were just to keep me stable—to make sure I stayed under his control and didn’t discover the truth. He was afraid I would retaliate against the woman he truly loved, June.

Well, unfortunately for him, I didn’t want to be part of this charade anymore. Giving Connor my sight could be considered repayment for the years the Pitt family raised me. From this moment on, Connor and I were even. When he arrived at the hospital, I would ask for a divorce.

About fifteen minutes later, the door was pushed open. However, the person who walked in wasn’t Connor; it was his assistant.

There was a trace of sympathy in the assistant’s voice. “Madam, Mr. Pitt had an urgent project meeting overseas, so he told me to come take care of you. If you need anything, please let me know. Oh, and he bought you a strawberry cake. He said he hopes you won’t be upset.”

My face remained expressionless as I replied, “Alright. I understand.”

I held the still-warm phone tightly in my hand, yet my heart felt ice cold.

Just moments ago, the news had reported that June’s husband had been caught meeting a female celebrity at a hotel overseas. Connor’s sudden trip abroad was probably to deal with that situation. He had gone to support June, and he had been in such a hurry that he couldn’t even call to explain it himself. Instead, he casually sent an assistant to brush me off.

Besides, he had forgotten something: I hated strawberry cake. I hated it because my parents had died in a car accident while going out to buy one for me. However, Connor’s mind was filled only with June now. Nothing else mattered to him anymore.

Early the next morning, I called him. I believed that a matter like divorce should at least be said in person.

The call connected, but the voice on the other end wasn’t Connor’s. It was June’s.

“Faye,” she said mockingly, “do you really think Connor married you because he likes you?”

Then, I heard Connor’s sleepy voice in the background.

“Junie… who’s calling?”

“It’s just a spam call, some sales advertisement.”

With a click, the call ended, leaving only the busy tone in my ear. I didn’t call again. There was no point anyway.

After getting dressed, I returned to Connor’s villa and packed my luggage. I only took the things I had first brought with me into that house.

When the butler asked with concern, I simply said that Connor and I were going on vacation. I left the signed divorce papers on his desk and placed a USB drive containing the recording beside it. Then, I carried my luggage and got into the car heading for the airport.

When I arrived at the airport, I received a message from him.

[Faye, I’ll be home tomorrow morning. I bought you a special gift overseas.]

I didn’t reply. Instead, I pulled the SIM card out of my phone and threw it into the trash.

When the plane landed in the Southern Banks, I took a car straight to an ophthalmology hospital. As I was pushed into the operating room, I felt strangely calm. Once the surgery was over, I’d be able to see again.

That afternoon, Connor felt his eyelids twitching nonstop. An inexplicable sense of unease crept over him. When he checked his phone and realized that I still hadn’t replied to his messages, he called the butler immediately.

“Mr. Pitt,” the butler said in confusion, “isn’t Madam on vacation with you?”