Expired Love

Sam and I have been married for ten years.

He always said he would give me the wedding of my dreams. However, three days before the ceremony, my eyes, which had been blind for the past six months after saving Sam’s life, miraculously regained vision.

The first thing I saw when I opened them was Sam tangled in bed with his pretty secretary, Alisa.

The bed was still shaking while Alisa typed on her phone. She showed it to him, smirking. [Sam, we're out of condoms. Why not ask your blind wife to grab one for us?]

Sam’s veins bulged at his temple. His eyes darted toward me in panic.

Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?]

Sam sighed in resignation. “Hazel, can you pass me the box of cigarettes from the nightstand?”

That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel.

My heart shattered, and I booked a flight to Rockbridge before the wedding.

When Sam came running after me, hysterical, I said coldly to him, “Sam. I can see.”

I’d been secretly pouring out the glass of milk Sam Kirk gave me every night. Each time I drank it, my head would get dizzy.

At midnight, the sound of the bedroom door creaking open jolted me awake. I opened my eyes, shocked to find that I could see again.

Six months ago, I’d gone blind in an accident while trying to save Sam, but now my vision had miraculously returned.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I turned, wanting to share this unbelievable moment with Sam when I saw her.

His personal assistant, Alisa Morton, was crawling into our bed, wearing lingerie that left very little to the imagination.

I recognized her from before I lost my sight. She had just graduated from college, and in a way, she even resembled me.

However, she was younger and prettier, and the lipstick stains she left on Sam’s collar were always bolder than mine.

Back then, I told Sam, “Either she goes, or I do.”

He didn't hesitate to let her go. I never expected she’d end up in our home instead.

Sam pulled her into his arms like it was second nature. In return, she used her toes to tease him. “Look closely. Who do you really want?”

“Alisa, stop it.” Sam glanced nervously at me as I lay there “asleep”.

She pouted, unsatisfied with his answer. “What’s the big deal? Didn’t you drug your wife’s milk? We’ve done this before. Doesn’t it make it even more exciting doing it while she’s right there?”

Sam didn’t respond. His breath grew heavy as he tore apart her white stockings.

As their bodies tangled, Alisa gasped, “Sam, I’ve been with you for a year now. When are you going to leave your wife?”

He paused.

His voice turned soft, even tender, saying, “Alisa, I can give you anything except marriage. Hazel’s been with me since she was