Blinded By Love

I'm already half-blind in my left eye, but Cedric Thompson forces me to donate my right cornea to his childhood sweetheart.

Her parents berate me. "She's blind now! It's not like you'll die without one eye's cornea!"

Cedric consoles me. "We're only taking the cornea for one eye. It won't affect anything."

I'm forcibly placed under anesthesia. I lose all hope in life before my eyes slide shut.

I would never have married him if I'd know he would treat me like this. He has no idea I can barely see with my left eye now.

I got a walking stick from the doctor and left the hospital.

As soon as I reached the hallway, I heard Celine Quinton's cheerful voice. "Finally, I can see again! Cedric, you're amazing! Thank you for staying with me all this time!"

When Cedric Thompson saw me, he seemed taken aback, as though he had just remembered I existed.

"What happened to your eyes?" he asked.

"It's nothing, just got some sand in my eye," I replied.

I had said a thousand times that my left eye was nearly blind, and I didn't want to repeat myself again.

Cedric grabbed my arm, refusing to let go. "I'll blow it off for you."

Celine's mother, Rowena Jackman, pouted as she cracked some walnuts. "What else could happen? I guess she just knows how to play the pity card."

Then, she turned to the nurse and asked, "Miss, it won't cause any problems taking one of her corneas, right?"

Meanwhile, Celine blinked and looked at the doctor standing nearby.

"If the other eye is fine, there shouldn't be much impact aside from the initial discomfort," the doctor replied.

Upon hearing this, Cedric's expression changed, and he let go of my hand. "What's the big deal? It's just one cornea."

My vision blurred, and I felt a hollow ache inside me, as if a sharp knife had pierced my heart.

Cedric helped Celine walk away.

Just as I was about to follow them, Rowena stuck her foot out, tripping me.

"What's there to pretend?" Rowena spat.

I fell hard, and stars swirled in my vision as I lay on the floor, unable to get up for a while.

"Stop pretending, Nicole Harris," Cedric said, shooting me a disdainful glance.

Then, he simply walked away with Celine.

Tears fell from my eyes and onto the floor.

Half a month ago, when Celine and her parents said they were coming to treat her eyes, I agreed.

What I didn't expect was that after Celine arrived at my house, I became her maid.

I did all the chores for her, from washing clothes to cooking.

Cedric's reason for it was simple—"She's a guest."

However, I felt like I was the guest instead.

My left eye was nearly blind, and now I had to give up my right cornea for his childhood friend.

How could I expect such a man to soothe my pain?

By the time I left the hospital,