Her Blindness Is a Scam, and I'm the Wallet
In order to gather 500 thousand dollars for my blind girlfriend's surgical bills, I've accepted a delivery order that's meant for someone at a private racing club.
The huge floor-to-ceiling monitor is currently playing the live footage of the champion who's won the racing tournament. Champagne bottles can be seen spraying everywhere as the audience cheers loudly for the victor.
Soon, the champion takes off her helmet and shakes her head full of curls off her face. Strikingly beautiful features are revealed the next moment. Next to the champion stands her childhood friend, Lewis Ross.
I feel my hands clenching around the plastic bag containing the food containers. The woman shown on the screen is none other than Evelyn Carter, my so-called blind girlfriend.
"Why aren't you happy even though you've won the tournament, Evelyn? Are you missing that boyfriend of yours who's still working his ass off for money?"
A familiar voice comes from the lounge. An amused yet malicious smirk is played on Evelyn's lips at the moment.
"Why did you bring him up? Then again, it's thrilling, pretending to be blind and all. Whenever he changes his clothes at home, he does it right in front of me."
Everyone around Evelyn begins roaring with cheers. "You're so lucky, Ms. Carter!"
After taking a sip from her champagne glass, Evelyn responds in a flippant tone, "Lucky? He's so busy with work every day just to gather enough money for my surgical bills! That man doesn't have a single romantic cell in him—he's just as stiff as the stick up his ass!"
A wave of laughter echoes from the crowd once again.
Feeling as though my blood had turned to ice, I turn on my heel and begin walking out of the club.
I can still hear Lewis' cheeky voice ringing out from behind me.
"There are only three days left in our one-year bet, Evelyn. Don't tell me you really fell for your boyfriend!"
Evelyn merely snorts in response. She drawls back, "Don't worry. I'll dump him in three days."