All Chapters of Blind No More，I Chose to Divorce: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

I booked the ticket, thinking they were done with their affair.I was wrong.When I steadied my breath and walked back into the house, they had moved from the study to the living room.My wife, Fiona, was straddling a man on the couch.Her black silk shirt was torn open. A lace bra. Angry red marks covered her chest.The man under her wasn't me. It was Leo. My wife's bodyguard.Fiona's lips were swollen, her hair a mess. She was staring down at him, full of passion.She was so lost in her desire, she didn't even see me.But when Leo saw me, he deliberately ran a hand down Fiona's waist, pulling her body tighter against his.Sophina bit her lower lip at once, holding back any sound from escaping."Don't be scared, Don. Javier is already blind. He can't see anything."He whispered in Sophina's ear, his eyes sweeping over me with contempt."It's more exciting this way. Right in front of him."Fiona's body trembled.But she didn't push him away. She softened in his arms, letting him touch

Chapter 2

My stomach churned. A wave of nausea I'd never felt before.Fiona saw the look on my face and rushed toward me, her own face a mask of worry.The moment she got close, all I could smell was Leo's cheap perfume,made me want to vomit.I shoved her away. Still playing the part, I fumbled my way into the bathroom.It turns out my body has also started to reject Sophina's approach."Javier?" Her voice, laced with panic, came from outside the door. "What's wrong?"I gripped the sink, trying to catch my breath.That's when I saw it. In the trash can.A prenatal report. Fiona's name was on it. Three months along.The word "PREGNANT" seemed to be mocking me.There were no tears. Just a cold, bottomless agony that hollowed me out.Fiona and I hadn't slept together in six months.Ever since I was injured, she always said I needed rest.And now, she was pregnant with another man's child. That lowlife bodyguard's kid.My heart felt like it had been smashed with a hammer, every piece bleeding.Fiona

Chapter 3

The next morning, Fiona was up early, making me breakfast.The private dining room was filled with fine Italian food.She personally sliced my prosciutto and brought the fork to my lips."Open up, my love." Her voice was sweet as honey.I played along with her little show.But out of the corner of my eye, I saw Leo sitting at the other end of the dining room, his face dark. He clearly wasn't happy with Fiona's "performance.""Try the cheese omelet. It's your favorite," Fiona cooed, feeding me.Leo shot to his feet. His chair scraped loudly against the floor.Fiona's hand trembled, but she recovered quickly.Right in front of me, she texted him on her phone: I'll make it up to you later. Don't act out in front of Javier. That custom Ferrari SF90 is yours.Only then did Leo's mood change. He shot me a scornful look, then got up and left the table.As he passed Fiona, his fingers deliberately brushed her waist.Her body flinched slightly, but she didn't pull away.I ignored the food she o

Chapter 4

I watched them leave. When the guard wasn't looking, I followed.I crept up the stairs. Through a crack in the lounge door, I saw them.Fiona was straddling Leo's lap.Her evening gown was torn open, revealing pale skin.Her head was thrown back, a muffled moan escaping her lips.Leo’s hands gripped her hips, savagely setting the pace."Don't take out the painting I gave you again. Luckily, Javier didn't see it.”"What are you afraid of? He's blind anyway. " Leo answered, her voice full of hunger.I watched my wife on top of another man, taking what she wanted. She was never like this with me.With me, she was always controlled, elegant.But now, she had completely let go, like a starving animal.My hand trembled as I pulled out my encrypted phone and started recording.I had to have this. A reminder of how fake this woman was.I stood outside that door until they were done.Finally, Fiona was tired. She collapsed onto Leo's chest and fell asleep.But Leo wasn't finished. He grabbed he

Chapter 5

I’d just stepped onto the private airstrip when my phone went crazy. It was Fiona.“Javier…” Her voice was shaking. “You… you can see, can’t you?”“A week now…” Her voice was pure desperation. “The day you came home…”“That’s right.”A choked gasp escaped her, like she’d been gut-punched.I gave a cold laugh. “Are you home? If you are, open the main computer. Your answer is right there.”I picked up my other phone and pulled up the security feed. Just as I thought. Fiona was home.Half an hour ago, my doctor had called. He asked why I hadn’t told Fiona about my eyes.I just gave a bitter smile and said nothing.The feed came online. Fiona was on her knees, on the study rug, tears streaming down her face.She opened the laptop, her hand trembling as she clicked on the folder.A video loop started playing on the screen.Her and Leo, tangled up on the living room sofa. Her and Leo, going at it in the den.And after the birthday dinner, the raw fucking in the museum lounge.Every angle, ev

Chapter 6

When the plane landed at our private airport in Sicily, the Mediterranean sun stung my eyes.After all these years, I was finally home.Three years. One woman. My whole life, derailed.As the youngest son of the Scott family, I never wanted to fight my brother for power.After I fell for Fiona all those years ago, all I wanted was to stay by her side, to be her strategist, her shadow.For Fiona, I went against my father’s wishes. I gave up the massive, ready-made family business in Sicily, happy to stay in Chicago and be the man behind her throne.I used every ounce of my cunning to make her a Don no one could question.And during that car bomb attack from the rival family, I didn’t hesitate. I shielded her with my own body.Shrapnel took my eyes.In return, I got her blood oath by my hospital bed. She cried her eyes out, swearing to be my eyes forever, that I belonged only to her.What a fucking joke. I traded my sight and half my life for the sight of her and her bodyguard going at i

Chapter 7

Three years passed.The Sicilian sun was just as warm, but my heart was now ice.The Falcone art empire flourished under my hand. We became one of the largest art restoration and trading hubs in the world.From Van Gogh to Picasso, Michelangelo to Da Vinci, every piece that passed through our hands was worth a fortune.Today, I was in the restoration room, guiding my team on a priceless Da Vinci manuscript.“Careful. That paper is five hundred years old,” I told my assistant.I was wearing a white restorer’s coat, my focus absolute.This was my life now.Clean. Professional. Free of any emotional bullshit.Suddenly, the door to the workshop was pushed open.“Sir, you have a visitor,” my assistant said.“Tell them to wait.” I didn’t look up. “I’m working.”“But… she says she’s from the Falcone family.”My hand froze mid-air.Moretti. The name made my heart skip a beat.Before I could say a word, the door was thrown open.A familiar figure stood in the doorway. Fiona.She was thinner. Mu

Chapter 8

Fiona didn’t leave Sicily.I thought she’d take the hint, go back to her Chicago.I was wrong.The next morning, Marco gave me the news.“Sir, the villa on the hill across from the estate has been sold. To the Falcone family.”I walked to the window and raised my binoculars to the opposite slope.Sure enough, I could see figures moving inside a white villa.What really shocked me was the professional-grade telescope set up on the balcony, aimed directly at my estate.“She’s lost her mind,” I said coldly.From that day on, I felt eyes on me constantly.Whether I was walking in the garden or working in my study.Fiona was a ghost, watching my every move.But nothing she did could bring my heart back from the dead.She was just lying to herself.It all came to a head when a beautiful Florentine countess, Elena, came to discuss a deal. We were getting along well. Fiona must have thought I was starting a new relationship.Fiona burst onto the terrace, out of breath.Her hair was a mess, her

Chapter 9

I’d finally had enough.I dodged the attack, then moved. Fast. A brutal kick to his knee.He screamed and dropped to the ground. I’d hit his old injury. Hard.“My apologies, Mr. Leo. My foot must have slipped.”“Agh! Javier, I swear to God I’m going to kill you with my own hands!”Fiona finally snapped out of it. She strode over to Leo, grabbed him by the hair, her face savage.“You lay one finger on him, and I will tear you limb from limb.”Leo let out a loud, bitter laugh, tears streaming from his eyes.“Fiona, you are so fucking cruel! After all the good times I gave you? The second we’re out of bed, you don’t know me!”CRACK!“Shut up!”Fiona slapped him again, hard, to silence him, then looked at me, terrified.“Shut up? For what? We were fucking right in front of your husband! As I recall, you were loving it, even if you didn’t dare make a sound, ha ha ha!”Leo was looking right at me when he said it. He expected me to lose my mind, to get angry.He was disappointed. I felt nothi

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