The Blind Revenge

When I finished sending a message, Sean Sherman and Vivian Cross were no longer in the living room.

I thought they would behave themselves, but the next second, I heard moans coming from the bedroom.

Sean yelled from the bedroom, "Rachel, I left my clothes in a bag in the living room. Can you please send it over?"

His tone was gentle and relaxed, but I had just regained my eyesight. I could see the special toys in the bag!

"Rachel?"

"Got it."

I calmed down, picked the bag up, and headed to the bedroom.

When I opened the door, I saw clothes, underwear, and protection products scattered all over the floor. Vivian was in my pajamas on the bed, flirting with Sean.

Vivian gestured in sign language that said, "You're bold to ask her to bring you things. What if I made a sound?"

Sean paused for a while before replying, "Don't do that. She'll notice."

"What if she notices?"

"I'll kick you out."

Sean grabbed Vivian by her chin. His eyes gleamed dangerously.

Everyone knew that Sean loved me. He came from a wealthy family, yet he was willing to be cooped up in a small apartment to take care of me when I was blind for the past two years.

Some people had told him to leave me be, but Sean said, "I love Rachel. Don't say that again if you still want to be friends."

However, right then, I felt only disgust, seeing him covered in lipstick marks and scratches.

I felt myself retching. I placed the bag down and ran out.

"Rachel, what's happening?"

Outside the bedroom, I leaned against the wall and heaved. Sean patted me on the back. I looked at his nervous gaze and used all my might to say, "I'm fine. I think I ate something bad."

Sean helped me to the couch. He said he would get me something and left.

I sat in the living room in silence. I thought that if he got me some medicine and came clean to me, I would try to forgive him.

However, even after ten minutes, Sean had not returned. He had gone back to the bedroom.

I knew what was happening then. I immediately made a phone call. "You said that there's still a vacancy on your research team. Is that right?"

The person on the other end of the line was stunned. When they realized who I was, they immediately replied, "Rachel, you want to join us? That's great! But our research is done behind closed doors. You might not be able to see your family often."

"I've made up my mind. I'll join the team in three days."

"Great! I thank you for your sacrifice to science!"

After hanging up, I looked around at the apartment where Sean and I had lived for the past two years. It felt foreign to me.

Since Sean's friends always thought I was a burden to him, I would be granting him freedom.

Sean and I got together when we were in college. I had a crush on him for many years. After a long process of constantly pursuing him, he finally agreed to be with me.

Two years ago, Sean's lab exploded. The lab had gone up in flames. I was worried about Sean, so I rushed to where he was. I managed to push him out of his lab a split second before his lab was destroyed.

However, my eyes were affected by the poisonous gas, and I could no longer see. Sean hugged me as he cried. He swore that he would heal my eyesight.

He took me everywhere to seek treatment, but no doctors could heal me. He even opened a medical company for me, but it was futile.

Half a year ago, I received a phone call from the hospital. There was a brand-new treatment that might help me regain my eyesight. Since the chances were low, I did not tell Sean about it.

I thought I would surprise him if I could regain my eyesight.

I did not expect that the surprise would be mine.

At 11 P.M., Sean had made Vivian leave the place. When I lay in bed again, he had already changed the sheets.

He showered and climbed into bed next to me as usual. He cuddled me and said, "Honey, I love hugging you."

I looked at the ceiling, my face void of any expression. "Have you hugged any other girls before?"

Sean was stunned, and then he immediately giggled. "Impossible. I love you so much. Why would I hug another girl?"

What flattery.