The Blind Revenge

I lost my eyesight to save Sean Sherman. He had once made a vow in front of everyone, "Rachel Todd, even if you can't see, I will take care of you for the rest of my life."

I was deeply moved. I secretly sought out treatment and I kept the recovery of my eyesight a secret as a surprise for him.

But on the day I regained my sight, I saw Sean holding his childhood sweetheart, Vivian Cross, in his arms, fooling around with her right in front of me.

"You last really long today. Is it because your wife is watching us?"

"What do you think? She was the one who bought me these protection products."

I understood every word of their sign language.

At that moment, my blood ran cold. Suppressing the nausea that was about to overwhelm me, I pulled out my phone and sent a message to the research team that had been inviting me for a long time.

I told them yes—I would join their research project.

I was going to leave Sean behind and make sure he lived the rest of his life in regret.

When I finished sending a message, Sean Sherman and Vivian Cross were no longer in the living room.

I thought they would behave themselves, but the next second, I heard moans coming from the bedroom.

Sean yelled from the bedroom, "Rachel, I left my clothes in a bag in the living room. Can you please send it over?"

His tone was gentle and relaxed, but I had just regained my eyesight. I could see the special toys in the bag!

"Rachel?"

"Got it."

I calmed down, picked the bag up, and headed to the bedroom.

When I opened the door, I saw clothes, underwear, and protection products scattered all over the floor. Vivian was in my pajamas on the bed, flirting with Sean.

Vivian gestured in sign language that said, "You're bold to ask her to bring you things. What if I made a sound?"

Sean paused for a while before replying, "Don't do that. She'll notice."

"What if she notices?"

"I'll kick you out."

Sean grabbed Vivian by her chin. His eyes gleamed dangerously.

Everyone knew that Sean loved me. He came from a wealthy family, yet he was willing to be cooped up in a small apartment to take care of me when I was blind for the past two years.

Some people had told him to leave me be, but Sean said, "I love Rachel. Don't say that again if you still want to be friends."

However, right then, I felt only disgust, seeing him covered in lipstick marks and scratches.

I felt myself retching. I placed the bag down and ran out.

"Rachel, what's happening?"

Outside the bedroom, I leaned against the wall and heaved. Sean patted me on the back. I looked at his nervous gaze and used all my might to say, "I'm fine. I think I ate something bad."

Sean helped me