Our Blind Love Lost Fragrance, I Smelled My Mom's Killer1
In the third year of my marriage to Conrad Hollowell, I, who had been blind for ten years, finally recovered my eyesight.
Just as I was overjoyed and running home, preparing to tell him about this, I saw him and Estelle Denyer fooling around in the bedroom that belonged to both of us.
His usually cold, indifferent face was flushed, his body moving against hers.
Estelle was even more delicate and seductive, her mouth continuously letting out moans.
My body instantly stiffened in place. Just as I was about to speak, I heard the conversation between them.
“Conrad, when do you plan to stop Ophelia’s meds? The doctor said that if it goes on for another month, she’ll probably go permanently blind.”
She said it with feigned concern.
He reached out and pinched her waist, coldly saying, “Isn’t it good that she’s blind? That way, there’s no need to ever worry about her discovering our affair. I’ve already swallowed up most of her family’s property. Apart from providing you with fragrances, she’s completely useless.”
My heart instantly thumped heavily at those words.
I saw a trace of smugness flash across Estelle’s eyes, and then she hypocritically said, “Still, I was the one who hit her mother with my car back then. We should at least leave Ophelia something… Think of it as my apology.”
Hearing this, I finally understood everything.
The husband I saved from a pack of wolves became a man-eating devil.
He was like colorless, tasteless deadly poison, completely swallowing me with sweetness.
He gave my fragrances to another woman, took away my honor, and even took away my eyesight!
After realizing all this, my heart was instantly cut like a knife.
I stared fiercely at the adulterous man and woman in front of me who had betrayed me, endless flames burning in my eyes.
Right then, I swore—I would destroy the Hollowells!
I would use fragrances, and the crimes Conrad and the others committed, to drag them completely into hell, to console my mother’s departed soul!
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Ophelia’s POV
The day I regained my eyesight happened to be the third anniversary of my marriage to Conrad.
I thought it was a gift from God. I planned to bring the report home and celebrate with Conrad.
Unexpectedly, half an hour later, I received a letter.
On the letter, in Braille, my husband’s affair was clearly engraved.