Unblinded: Catching My Cheating Fiancé Red-Handed

Right before our engagement, my sight—which I lost in a car crash years ago—unexpectedly came back. I wanted to share the amazing news with Liam, but as I walked down the hallway, I froze. On the first-floor sofa, Liam and his young secretary, Amber, were having wild, breathless sex. The entire living room was filled with his heavy panting. He was cupping Amber's mouth, keeping her from crying out. I had heard these sounds a few times before. Whenever I asked, Liam would always tell me he was just working out in the living room. Amber spotted me. There was no panic in her eyes—only pure provocation. She pulled Liam's hand away and squealed, "Babe, let's change positions. I'm tired." Liam's familiar, pampering voice reached my ears. "Alright, but keep it down. Otherwise, that little blind girl will start asking questions again." "I don't get what my mom is thinking. She raised a blind girl like a princess for ten years, and now she wants me to marry her." His tone turned incredibly disgusted when he mentioned me. My heart shattered into a million pieces. I quietly retreated to my room, completely numb. 01 I sat in my room for a long time, until I heard the front door close. A moment later, Liam walked in. He leaned in close from behind. The smell of his sweat mixed with her perfume made me feel utterly sick. "What's wrong, Chloe? Are you upset?" I did my best to suppress my disgust, pretending to know nothing. "Did we have a guest? I thought I heard Amber's voice." Liam paused for a second, acting as if nothing happened. "Yeah, she brought over an important contract that needed my signature. She already left." "Anyway, Chloe, working out is so exhausting. I'm going to take a shower first." While he was showering, his phone on the nightstand kept lighting up. I picked it up, typed in my birthday, and successfully unlocked it. His mother had forced him to set my birthday as his passcode, lecturing him constantly about how he had to love and protect me. Too bad Liam didn't have a single ounce of love for me in his heart. I opened Snapchat. It was flooded with messages and videos from Amber, who had just left. "Liam, make sure to mute your phone before watching! I'll be waiting for you at the Grand Plaza Hotel tonight." The videos were incredibly explicit. What was even worse was that they had filmed themselves right in front of me just for the thrill of it. They took advantage of my blindness to stomp all over my dignity. Watching those two writhing vermin on screen, I swallowed my disgust, forwarded the videos to my own account, deleted the chat history, and put the phone back exactly as it was. When Liam came out of the bathroom, he didn't check his phone. He went straight to the kitchen to make me breakfast. Over the years, he really did take good care of me. I used to hate breakfast because the maid's cooking wasn't to my liking, so he learned how to toast bread and make oatmeal himself, ensuring every morning meal was rich and nutritious. But looking at the breakfast he had lovingly prepared, my stomach churned with nausea. He blew on the oat milk to cool it down and held it to my lips. Seeing me hesitate, his bright face flashed with impatience. His lips moved, silently mouthing, *So damn demanding.* A second later, he forced a gentle smile and coaxed me. "Come on, drink up." "I don't want it," I said quietly, turning my head away and fumbling on the table as if looking for a plate. He glared at me, shoved the sandwich into my hands, and pulled out his phone. Seeing Amber's message, his annoyed expression instantly lit up. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him rapidly type out his reply. "Baby, how about tomorrow? I have to take the little blind girl for her checkup in a bit, and we have a family dinner at my parents' estate tonight." "I'm sorry to make you wait, baby. I'll come stay with you the second I'm free, okay?" Suddenly, his phone rang. He shot me a guilty look. "Eat your sandwich, Chloe. I need to take this business call." He jogged over to the far end of the balcony. I held my breath and listened closely. Over the years, despite being blind, my memory and hearing had become exceptionally sharp. It didn't take long before I heard his impatient voice. "If I don't go back with her, my mom will skin me alive. Do you really want to see me get grounded?" "I must have owed her in a past life. Now I'm slaving away like her servant." "She has to get those useless eyes checked regularly. No matter how many specialists she sees, she's still just a little blind girl." Those words struck my heart like a dagger. I remembered high school. A cruel boy had deliberately tripped me on my way out of the restroom, dismissively saying "my bad" afterward. But when I stepped outside, the hallway was in chaos. I heard Liam's roaring voice as he fought the boy. He fought viciously, his voice trembling at the end as he screamed, "You piece of trash! How dare you bully a girl who can't see! I'll kill you!" He was suspended that day, and his father made him kneel for two hours as punishment. Liam used to be so good to me. He truly lived up to his mother's expectations, protecting and shielding me from the world. For someone with a disability like mine, surviving in society is incredibly hard. I was an outsider, and the world is cold to outsiders. But Liam hadn't cared. He pitied me for not being able to see the light, vowing that he would be my eyes forever. Now, my sight was back. I thought I was finally going to see the beautiful light of this world, but instead, I was forced to look at his pitch-black heart. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Even now, I couldn't believe the boy I loved so deeply didn't love me back. I returned to my room, threw the rest of the sandwich into the trash, and forced myself to calm down. After his call, Liam walked into the room, hesitating. After a few seconds, he spoke up. "Hey, Chloe... something urgent came up at work. I don't think I can take you to the clinic today. Can we reschedule for another day?" As soon as he finished, his phone buzzed again. Another demanding message from Amber. Amber was his newly hired secretary. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, and had Liam wrapped around her finger. I offered a bleak smile. "It's fine. Work comes first. As for the checkup, it doesn't really matter anyway." His eyes lit up instantly, filled with excitement. "Chloe, you're the best. I'll come home right after I'm done." He turned to leave, but then remembered something, a hint of shame in his voice. "Uh, about the family dinner tonight... could you..." "It's fine. I'll call Aunt Catherine and tell her I'm not feeling well. I'll skip the dinner." *You must be thrilled, Liam. With me as your shield, you can run off to your precious Amber.* Perhaps sensing something off in my expression, his brow furrowed. But before he could ask, another ping from Amber summoned him away. The front door slammed shut. I walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching his car speed away. I slid down the glass, burying my head in my knees, my shoulders shaking violently. I didn't understand how someone's heart could change so fast. Just because I was blind, did I deserve to be treated like garbage? 02 I went to a different hospital alone to get my eyes checked. When the specialist confirmed my vision was completely restored, a massive weight lifted off my chest. At least I would never have to live in darkness again. Just as I stepped out of the clinic, I ran straight into Aunt Catherine. My heart skipped a beat. Thank God I had instinctively brought my white cane, or my recovery would have been exposed. Aunt Catherine rushed over to support me, looking puzzled. "Chloe? Why are you alone? Where on earth is Liam?" I couldn't tell her that Liam was currently screwing Amber. I lied, "He had some urgent business to handle at the office." "That idiot! How could he let you come to the clinic alone? He seriously needs a beating." With that, she pulled out her phone to call him. I tried to stop her, but it was too late. Liam answered, but he sounded incredibly busy, panting heavily as he barked into the phone. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm busy? Why the hell do you keep calling?!" Through the speaker, I could faintly hear a woman's soft whimpering. Aunt Catherine's eyes widened. She shot me a glance, then walked a few steps away, covering the mouthpiece. "Liam Vance, say that again. Where are you? What are you doing?" The other end went dead silent. A few seconds later, Liam's guilty voice drifted over. "Uh... Mom, sorry. I was swamped with work and didn't see it was you." "I don't care how busy you are, you don't leave Chloe alone at the hospital. I'm giving you exactly ten minutes to get to the Medical Center, or don't bother calling me mom again." No matter how resentful Liam was, he didn't dare defy his mother. Aunt Catherine took me to a nearby coffee shop to wait. Before long, a disheveled Liam rushed in, his eyes burning with silent fury when they landed on me. Aunt Catherine scolded him severely for half an hour. He remained silent, but I knew he was absolutely seething inside. Once Aunt Catherine left to handle some errands, instructing him to drive me home safely, his facade crumbled. 03 The rage in Liam's eyes boiled over. He grabbed my arm, dragging me out of the cafe and shoving me brutally into the passenger seat, not caring whether I could see or not. He buckled my seatbelt and slammed his foot on the gas. "Chloe Sterling, do I have to spend every single second of my life catering to you for you to be happy?!" Every word was laced with pure hatred and disgust. The car window was rolled down, and the freezing wind howled inside, instantly swallowing any words I wanted to say. "Liam... slow down... please... I'm scared..." Flashbacks of the car crash flooded my mind. My parents had been arguing in the front seat. In a fit of rage, my dad accelerated to the limit, crashing into an overturned semi-truck. My mother had shielded me with her body, dying alongside my father in that horrific wreck. "Liam... I'm begging you..." The wind roared past my ears. Liam's profile remained cold and unyielding, completely indifferent to my terrified pleas. I gripped the seatbelt so hard my knuckles turned white. Just when I felt like I was going to pass out, he finally slammed on the brakes. Fumbling for the handle, I pushed the door open, but my foot slipped, and I fell heavily onto the asphalt. My stomach violently turned, and I dry-heaved, spitting up nothing but bitter bile. "Chloe... are you okay?" Liam's voice sounded slightly panicked. I clutched my chest, ignoring him. "I was just angry. We had a deal, and then you went and ratted me out to my mom. How did you expect me to react?" I dragged my trembling body off the ground. He reached out to help me, but I shoved him away with all my might. Liam stared at his rejected hand, his brow furrowing deeper. "Chloe, can you stop acting like this? You're the one who messed up, so why do I always have to be the one to apologize? Just because you're bl—" He cut himself off, but my body went rigid. Tears spilled over my cheeks. He kicked the car door in frustration, scratching his head as he looked at me with a mix of guilt and annoyance. "Look... I didn't mean it like that." I shook my head, pretending not to care as I wiped my face. "No, you're right. I ratted you out. I'm a cripple. You're supposed to take care of me forever." My words set him off again. He let out a cold laugh. "Chloe, I don't owe you a damn thing." "There are plenty of cabs here. Get home yourself." He climbed back into the car and sped off without looking back. I stared at the empty road, feeling entirely dazed. Was this really the same Liam who had promised to protect me forever? He used to say he would never let anyone hurt me. But now, the one hurting me was him. With tears pouring down my face, I pulled out my phone and called my closest friend. "Ethan, is that voice-over position still open?" 04 Ethan Cross was my senior in college. He had recently finished producing an indie animated film and had invited me to voice one of the characters. I had turned him down because of my upcoming engagement to Liam. But now, I finally understood. I couldn't be a vine clinging to someone else anymore. I had to grow into a tree of my own, strong enough to weather any storm. Ethan's studio was in Seattle. Without hesitation, I booked the earliest flight for the next afternoon. I hailed a cab, planning to go home and pack my things. While waiting at a red light, a familiar figure caught my eye. In the restaurant across the street, Amber was sitting opposite a burly, intimidating-looking man. Instinctively, I pulled out my phone and started recording. Amber took a thick envelope from her purse and handed it to the man, her expression sour. Their English conversation drifted clearly through the open cab window. "This is all I have right now. Give me more time, I'll pay it off." The man took the envelope, looking at Amber mockingly. "Instead of working so hard to sleep with that rich pretty boy, why don't you just submit to Mr. Miller? Not only would your debt be wiped, but you'd also get a legitimate status." "That kid is about to get engaged anyway. You think he's going to keep throwing money at you forever?" Amber grit her teeth, remaining silent. When the man went to speak again, she cut him off. "Don't worry about that. I don't just want his money." She smirked. "I want his status and his name, too." "Seems like you've got it all figured out, Miss Brooks..." The light turned green, and their voices faded as the cab pulled away. I quietly put my phone away. I could smell a conspiracy brewing around Liam. I asked Ethan for the contact info of a private investigator and hired them to dig into Amber. Even though I had decided not to marry Liam, I couldn't stand by and watch Uncle Richard and Aunt Catherine get scammed. They were the ones who pulled me from the wreckage of that car crash and raised me as their own daughter. That was a debt of gratitude I could never fully repay. 05 Back at the penthouse, a framed photo sat on the coffee table—a family portrait of me, Liam, Aunt Catherine, and Uncle Richard taken at our college graduation. Amber had knocked it over and shattered the glass a few days ago, and I hadn't had time to fix it. I slipped the photo out of the broken frame, sighed, and tore off the section with my face on it. "I'm sorry, Aunt Catherine. I guess I can't be your daughter-in-law in this lifetime." I went to my room and started packing for Seattle. I had a lot of belongings, but I only packed a few changes of clothes. Once I finished, the penthouse felt suffocatingly quiet. On the wall hung a photo of Liam and me when we were eighteen. The innocent boy in the photo was looking at me with eyes full of deep, genuine affection. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Liam. My heart fluttered for a split second, thinking maybe he had found his conscience and was calling to check if I made it home safely. I answered, only to be met with the heavy, breathless gasping of a man and a woman. "Liam... do you love me, or that little blind girl?" "You, baby. Always you." Liam's voice was thick with lust. After they finished, he spoke in a low, lazy tone. "Babe, don't bring her up at times like this. I don't want her ruining our mood." My heart shattered into dust. Forcing down my rage, I raised my voice. "Liam? Is that you?" The other end went dead silent. A second later, the call was abruptly cut off. The floor-to-ceiling window reflected my pathetic, desolate state. How utterly wretched. I didn't sleep a wink that night. The next morning, I called Aunt Catherine to tell her I was leaving for Seattle. She sounded shocked and confused, but then she remembered the suspicious noises she had heard during her call with Liam the day before. Over the phone, she let out a heavy sigh, sounding as if she was on the verge of tears. I declined her offer to send me off, grabbed my suitcase, and took a cab to the airport. Before boarding, I sent Liam one last Snapchat. [No one will ever ruin your mood again.] I forwarded all the Snapchat videos and chat logs I had saved to his account, blocked and deleted him, and switched off my phone.