He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 25

Susan didn’t think twice. She grabbed a pair of scissors and walked over. “Theresia, what do you need to cut? Let me help. These are sharp. You might hurt yourself.”

Theresia reached out, her voice steady. “No, Susan. I’ll handle it.”

Even so, Susan hovered nearby, nervous. She handed Theresia the scissors but stayed close, just in case. With Theresia pregnant, she couldn’t risk anything going wrong.

Theresia wrapped her fingers around the cold metal, picked up the dress, and in one quick movement, sliced a huge hole right through the fabric.

Susan froze, her mouth falling open. “Theresia, what are you doing? Why did you cut the dress?”

She looked at the ruined gown, both shocked and heartbroken.

Theresia tossed the scissors onto the pile and glanced over at Susan.

“This dress wasn’t made well,” she said, voice calm. “It just fell apart.”

Susan stared, lost. “Theresia, I don’t get it.”

Theresia, dressed in a loose cotton pajama set, walked over and stopped right in front of her.

“Susan, the dress wasn’t made well. It tore by itself. If Lawrence asks, that’s what you’ll say.”

Susan felt a chill run down her spine. There was something cold and strange about Theresia in that moment.

She swallowed, forcing a little nod. “Don’t worry, Theresia. I won’t say a word I shouldn’t.”

Theresia nodded back and headed to her room.

That night, Lawrence showed up on time. He took one look at Theresia’s denim skirt and blouse, and his eyebrows drew together. “Why aren’t you wearing the dress I picked out for you?”

Three years of loving him. Three years of lies. Three years of giving everything she had. After tonight, it would all be over.

“Is that so? Well, I like myself better this way,” she said, her voice cool and sure.

She pulled open the car door and got in without a second thought.

Lawrence felt a flash of anger. Why was Theresia getting so stubborn lately? He could feel his grip on her slipping. Had she really changed?

He suddenly remembered the men’s jacket he’d seen that morning. He made up his mind to have Aaron look into who it belonged to.

He got in the car and sat beside her. Without thinking, he took her hand, their fingers intertwining. When she didn’t pull away, he leaned closer. “I never said you don’t look good now. I just think this style isn’t really you.”

Her hand was freezing in his. She wished she could see the look on his face as he fed her those sweet lies. She wanted to know what the man she’d loved for three years really looked like underneath it all.