Blinded by Betrayal,The Billionaire's Vengeful WifeChapter 1

Three years into my marriage, I stumbled upon the truth about my blindness.

Breathless, intimate sounds spilled from the study.

Every drop of blood in my body ran cold as I heard Stephanie Fox's coy, wheedling voice.

"You gave me Joanna Pruitt's corneas. How come you won't give me the title of Mrs. Mercer?"

Dominic Mercer's laugh was dripping with indulgence.

"You already have me and the baby. Why bother fighting her over a title?"

"Think of it as my way of making it up to you for staging that car accident and taking her corneas."

Bile surged up my throat. I gripped the pregnancy test in my hand until my knuckles ached.

After the accident stole my sight, I could never pick up my beloved paintbrush again. I'd wanted to end it all. Slashed wrists. A rooftop ledge. A fistful of sleeping pills.

It was Dominic who held my hand through the darkness, who married me against his parents' wishes and swore he'd take care of me for the rest of my life.

I pressed my hand over my mouth to keep from retching and dialed that number.

"Mr. Sanchez, if you can help me get my eyes back, I'll restore that painting for you."

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Tristan Sanchez agreed without hesitation.

"Give me three days. Once I'm back in the country, I'll have an answer you'll be satisfied with."

I braced myself against the cold wall and felt my way back to the bedroom, guided by nothing but memory.

I had barely sat down when Josephine Lambert came in carrying a bowl of herbal broth.

"Mr. Mercer is going to be so happy when he hears the little surprise."

My throat was parched. I had no idea how to respond.

Josephine didn't notice anything off. She placed the spoon in my hand, her tone wistful.

"If it weren't for that accident all those years ago..."

A frigid male voice cut her off before she could finish.

"Josephine, didn't I tell you never to bring that up again?"

I fell into a warm embrace.

Dominic touched my hands and squeezed them, his voice laced with concern.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Josephine hurried to pass me the warm broth, her brow furrowed deep.

"Here, hold the bowl to warm your hands. With the preg—"

My heart leapt into my throat. I cut her off before she could finish.

"Josephine, you can go now."

Warm breath grazed the side of my neck. Dominic squeezed my palm gently.

"Keeping secrets from me?"