He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 1

It was the middle of the night when Theresia Baker found herself back in the hospital, worn out from her husband’s relentless need for her.

Soon enough, the maternity nurses were whispering about Lawrence Lee. They called him devoted, passionate, even heroic. Three years ago, back when Theresia lost her sight and her fiancé Jared James dumped her in front of everyone, Lawrence had stepped up. No hesitation, no shame—he confessed his love and asked her to marry him right then and there.

Ever since, Lawrence had been her only safe place, her one shot at happiness.

But now, standing outside the hospital room, white cane clutched tight in her hand, Theresia couldn’t stop shaking. Her whole body trembled, helpless.

Only a single door separated her from the truth.

On the other side, Lawrence leaned against the cold wall. He looked tired, handsome in a way that made it hurt to look at him. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, then remembered where he was and put it away.

“Lawrence, Theresia’s pregnant with your child now. If she stays blind, what if something happens to the baby? You’d regret it forever. I really think you should get her a cornea transplant,” his friend said quietly.

Lawrence listened, his brow pinched in a deep frown. He didn’t answer right away.

After a long silence, he just shook his head. “No. It’s not necessary.”

Daniel let out a heavy sigh. He’d been holding this in for years. “Three years ago, Patti’s eyes were failing and she needed a transplant. Then she hit Theresia with her car, and you helped Patti take Theresia’s corneas. For three years, you lied to Theresia, telling her she went blind because of a blood clot pressing on her nerves. There have been donor corneas since then, but you’d rather let her stay blind than let her see again. It’s all for Patti, isn’t it?”

Lawrence couldn’t deny it. That was exactly what he’d been thinking.

As long as Theresia stayed blind, she’d never be a threat to Patti.

Theresia went stiff as a board. Everything she’d thought was gentle or sweet between them now just felt cold and sharp, like knives digging into her chest.

It hurt. It hurt just to breathe.

She waited until Lawrence left the room.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. Tears as big as pearls rolled down her face. She bit her lip hard, refusing to let herself make a sound.

So this was her so-called love. The marriage she’d been so proud of was nothing but a carefully planned lie. Her husband had done it all for another woman—the woman he really loved. And the eyes she lost… he’d given them away with his own hands.

Lawrence, how could you do this to me? How could you be so heartless?