Backup Girl No More: Adios to my V-card and My First Love (Brooklyn) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 1 

I lost my sight saving Lorenzo from an accident. He swore to heaven he would be my eyes forever and never leave my side. 

I diligently followed my doctor’s treatment plan. On the day my vision was finally restored, I rushed home excitedly to share the wonderful news with him. 

Instead, I walked in to find Lorenzo in our bed with his executive assistant Isabella, locked in a 

passionate embrace, their bodies intertwined. 

In the heat of passion, Lorenzo moaned breathlessly, calling out Isabella’s name. 

“Lorenzo, why don’t you divorce that blind woman?” Isabella whispered. “I’m the one who truly understands and loves you.” 

“I need more time,” he replied hesitantly. 

That night, thick snow was falling. I walked out into the cold wearing only a thin jacket and booked a 

one–way ticket to Montana. I would disappear somewhere Lorenzo could never find me, deep in the 

mountain wilderness. 

After booking my ticket, I thought they would stop their intimate encounter. 

When I returned home after composing myself, I found them in the living room, locked in a passionate embrace, the air heavy with desire. 

Lorenzo looked at me with lust–filled eyes, biting his lip to stay quiet while Isabella deliberately 

teased him. 

“Don’t worry, Lorenzo. She’s blind, she can’t see us,” Isabella whispered against his ear, throwing a 

contemptuous glance my way. 

Lorenzo pinched her side. “Behave. She might hear something.” 

“But isn’t this exciting?” she purred. 

“Oh no, we’re out,” Isabella whispered just loud enough for me to hear, her lips curling into a malicious smile. “We need more protection.” 

She traced her fingers down Lorenzo’s chest, casting a deliberate glance my way. “Should we make 

your blind wife fetch them for us? Wouldn’t that be… delicious?” 

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Lorenzo hesitated, conflicted, before finally speaking. “Darling, my throat hurts. Could you grab the Tylenol from the coffee table for me?” 

I stared at him, pale–faced. His cheeks were flushed, eyes glazed, arms wrapped tightly around Isabella. I clenched my fists, looking bitterly at the “Tylenol” on the table – obviously a box of 

condoms. 

Lorenzo was asking me to hand them protection.“Are you coming down with something?” I kept my voice steady despite the tears threatening to fall. “Should I call the doctor?” 

“I’m fine,” Lorenzo gasped slightly as Isabella’s hands wandered beneath his shirt. “Just need to… 

down for a while.” 

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“Then you should rest,” his words caught as Isabella nipped at his ear. “In the guest room, of course. Wouldn’t want me to catch your… cold.”