After exchanging a few more words, I hung up the phone. Just as I stepped back into the living room, Laura emerged from the guest room wearing Jock’s pajamas. Her neck and body were littered with hickeys, some were fresh and others started to fade. It was clear the affair had been going on for a long time. She did not care I would see them after all I was a blind man so I could not see them.
"Hubby," she said coyly. "Are you forgetting something? You forgot to kiss me goodnight."
Laura then pursed her lips.
In a flash, the sense of nausea l had never felt before surged within me and I puked.
Seeing this, Laura panicked and came near me. When she was near, I rejected her harshly because for me she was so filthy.
The nausea overwhelmed me, so I shoved her away. Still pretending to be blind, I groped my way toward the bathroom. It seemed I had started to resent Laura's touch.
Inside, I gripped the sink as my stomach twisted again, bile rising in my throat. Yet my heart was so bitter.
As I looked in the mirror, I felt I was so ridiculous and shameful. Back then, Laura had knelt in front of my master and vowed she would cherish me for the rest of her life. Her sincerity had convinced him to let me marry her. I didn't expect that in the end, it would be such a waste.
Disheartened, I hung my head and the things I did not notice before became clear. There was an extra towel in the hook. There were slippers that were not in my size on the floor. There is even a toothbrush and a cup.
It dawned on me. Is it possible Jock has been living here, under my nose, just because I'm blind?
It wasn't surprising, that in the middle of the night Laura kept vanishing from our room and I could not find her.
It seemed she stayed with me in the evening, then she stayed with Jock in the second half of the night. She was shamelessly flirting between the two of us.
Ever since I lost my sight, Laura and I had not had sex for half a year. She always used my blindness as an excuse not to be close to me. It turned out that she despised me for no longer being able to fulfill her idea of happiness.
Laura chased after me and wrapped her hand around me from behind. She looked panicky at me. "What's wrong with you? Jerome, are you okay?" she asked.
"When you pushed me early, I became panicked," she added.