Came Back as an Heiress After My Ex-Fiancé Made Me Blind novel Chapter 1

I married Eugene Thorne, concealing my identity as the heiress to one of Boston's most prestigious families.

But fate had other plans. The day before our wedding, I was involved in a devastating car accident.

When consciousness finally returned, I found I was blind.

Through the darkness, I overheard a conversation between Eugene and his assistant.

"The situation is contained, Mr. Thorne. However..." There was hesitation in his assistant's voice.

"Miss Victoria was renowned for her paintings. After the corneal transplant, she'll never create art again. How will she cope?"

"She's resilient, unlike Claire. Claire..."

His voice softened with an tenderness that pierced my heart.

"She needs her sight. I'll ensure Vic's taken care of forever, but Claire..."

He exhaled sharply. "I can't lose Claire."

The silence that followed was deafening until Eugene spoke again.

"Have the doctors perform a hysterectomy as well. Claire's fragile enough - seeing me have a child with Victoria would destroy her."

"But sir," his assistant protested, his voice thick with sympathy, "She's been devoted to you since she was eighteen..."

"Enough. Just execute my instructions. No questions."

A glacial chill spread through my body, leaving me trembling uncontrollably.

The cruel truth emerged from darkness:

my beloved husband had fallen for Claire Bennett, the struggling art student whose scholarship I'd personally funded.

He was willing to sacrifice my future, my dreams, everything I had, for her sake.

If he thought he could destroy me without consequences, he would learn how badly he had miscalculated.

......

Footsteps echoed through the sterile hospital room.

I forced myself to remain still, maintaining the facade of unconsciousness.

"Mr. Thorne," the doctor's voice wavered, "Miss Victoria just underwent the corneal transplant.”

“Her body is extremely weak. Performing a hysterectomy now could put her life at risk. I strongly suggest we wait until—"

"I don't pay you for suggestions," Eugene's voice cut through the air like steel.

"This is an order, not a discussion. However," his tone dropped dangerously low, "if anything happens to Victoria, you understand the consequences."

"Yes, Mr. Thorne,"

I felt Eugene's fingers brush against my cheek, their warmth searing my skin.

"Victoria, darling, it will all be over soon.”

“Don't worry, I'll always be here to protect you. I love you, my sweet."