The Billionaires Blind Reckoning

Clover’s POV My Uber glides to a stop in front of my home in Sherman Oaks, a place I’ve lived in for the last two years but have never truly seen visually until today. The elegant curve of the circle driveway, the tall white pillars, the glass panel doors… everything is slowly becoming clearer. Still fuzzy, but vivid enough to stir something painful and hopeful in my chest.I thank the driver, send a generous tip, and step out, using my walking stick because I refuse to give up my disguise yet. Not until I know the truth about what I saw, or think I saw.As soon as I step inside, Jeff my house man, is crossing the foyer, his hands full of folded towels.“Hi, ma’am. How are you? How was your doctor's appointments today?”I smile, holding my stick lightly. “Hey, Jeff. I’m good, like really good, actually.” I take a small breath. “Have you talked to Zade today? Is he here?”Jeff pauses, blinking. “Oh, no, ma’am. Mr. Smith hasn’t been home since he left for work this morning.”I exhale.

Clover’s POVAs the week drags on, I move through the house like a ghost pretending not to know the truth. My husband, my partner, my lifeline, the only real family I thought I had, has been living a whole damn double life. And now that the blindfold is off, everything he does feels like a slap in the face.Every day he comes home from work putting on this Oscar worthy show. He makes sure to “check on me,” to wrap me in a big hug, and to shower me with attention. Meanwhile, he sneaks away to take calls, whispering and placating to this awful ass woman…the woman who knows we are married, the one who is carrying his child.But, I stay in character.I stay the blind little wife.Blind to life.Blind to truth.Blind to my cheating bastard of a husband.Blind to the betrayal that has gutted me from the inside out.I sigh as I imagine the many ways I could take this man out in his sleep. But I decide against that, for now.Since the moment the truth broke wide open, I’ve thrown myself into

Zade’s POV As I sit here in my bed, letting the television watch me instead of the other way around, my eyes drift to the woman lying beside me. My wife. My beautiful Clover. God… I love her. So damn much it terrifies me. But the shit I’m dealing with right now? I don’t think she could survive it. Not in the state she’s in. Not after everything the accident did to her. Clover is fragile in ways she never used to be, shes soft, vulnerable, still carrying wounds she tries so damn hard to hide. I don’t want to hurt her. I can’t hurt her. And a sick, bitter part of me keeps whispering that maybe her blindness… is the only reason this hasn’t blown up in my face yet. But at the rate Daisy is growing, at the rate her pregnancy is showing, I don’t know how much longer I can keep this under wraps. Someone’s going to see me. Someone is going to talk. Clover doesn’t have many friends, but all it takes is one person spotting me with a child that isn’t hers. A child that Daisy swears

Clover’s POVToday, my hair is swept into a rain curl updo, the first time I’ve worn such an elaborate style in years. I’ve painted H. Couture Beauty Diamond Lipstick, a bold red that makes my lips look full and plush, perfectly complementing my fiery hair and the green tones in my eye makeup.It doesn't take us long to arrive at the venue.Zade quickly walks away, back to his family, back to their judgment. I sit alone and feel every pair of eyes on me. The ugly staresband whispered comments. All of them assuming I can’t see a damn thing because in their minds I’m still completely blind.He didn’t even look back. Didn’t check if I was okay. Just sat me at the table and walked off like I was a fragile package left in a corner. Fine. I slip on my dark shades, and the moment they settle on my face, my world sharpens. The light softens into something I can handle. Shapes refine, faces become clearer, and movements become readable. I pan across the room slow, deliberate, contr

Clover’s POVI wake to the smell of antiseptic.Shit, I am in the hospital.My eyes open slowly, but I keep them empty, unfocused, trained on nothing. I have to keep the narrative alive.They cannot know I can see, well not yet.“Excuse me?” I whisper hoarsely. “Who’s there? Why am I here?”Someone clears their throat.I turn my head toward the sound, I see him clearly.Not Zade.Not family.But a man I never expected to see here.He smiles, dark and amused.“I came here to make sure uou are ok” he says.His voice is familiar. As I look over and see who is there, I force myself to pretend I’m still in my blind state. But I can see him clear as day, and I’m shocked he’s even here. Lucas Blackwood is sitting beside my bed. Why the hell is he here, and where the fuck is Zade? Zade is my husband. Lucas is no one to me. The confusion hits like a weight on my chest, but I keep my expression soft, vacant, familiar. “So… what happened again?” I ask. He chuckles lightly, rubbing my arm