Blind No More，I Chose to Divorce

I was once Fiona's consigliere.

I put the Falcone Family in her hands，helping her become the untouchable Don.

And when a rival family put out a hit, I took the car bomb meant for her.

It cost me my eyes.

She knelt by my hospital bed and swore a blood oath. She would be my eyes. I would be her only husband.

Later, after an operation by a top surgeon, my eyes recovered.

I couldn't wait to rush home to surprise her.

But when I pushed open the door, I saw her tangled together with Leo, her bodyguard, on the desk I had custom-made for her.

Fiona was pressed against Leo in revealing clothing, her face flushed.

Crumpled white tissues littered the floor.

Between ragged breaths, she called Leo’s name repeatedly.

"Fiona, why are you still keeping that useless blind fuck around? Let me take care of him for you."

"Leo, shut up. I need more time. Now, get inside me. That's all that matters."

The Chicago winter rain was bone-chilling that night.

I completely gave up.

After walking out of the house in just my shirt, I pulled out my phone and booked a one-way ticket to Sicily.

I will cut ties completely with this family and with her.

I booked the ticket, thinking they were done with their affair.

I was wrong.

When I steadied my breath and walked back into the house, they had moved from the study to the living room.

My wife, Fiona, was straddling a man on the couch.

Her black silk shirt was torn open. A lace bra. Angry red marks covered her chest.

The man under her wasn't me. It was Leo. My wife's bodyguard.

Fiona's lips were swollen, her hair a mess. She was staring down at him, full of passion.

She was so lost in her desire, she didn't even see me.

But when Leo saw me, he deliberately ran a hand down Fiona's waist, pulling her body tighter against his.

Sophina bit her lower lip at once, holding back any sound from escaping.

"Don't be scared, Don. Javier is already blind. He can't see anything."

He whispered in Sophina's ear, his eyes sweeping over me with contempt.

"It's more exciting this way. Right in front of him."

Fiona's body trembled.

But she didn't push him away.

She softened in his arms, letting him touch her, letting his hand slide between her legs.

"Easy, Leo," she breathed. "He'll hear us."

It felt like someone was carving up my heart, piece by piece.

Three years ago, I took a car bomb meant for her. Shrapnel took my eyes. She knelt in the hospital and swore she'd be my eyes.

Now, she was with another man, right in front of me.

And I had to pretend I couldn't see. I fumbled my way to the sofa across from them and sat down.

When she was finished, she finally pretended to notice me.

Her voice trembled slightly.

"Javier? You're back?"

"The check-up finished