The Girl He Didn't See

The day she found out about the tumor, Noemi Rosales made one wild choice—she'd give her corneas to her blind husband, Daniel Gomez. Quietly. No spotlight, no drama.

Too bad Daniel only cared about Ivanna Lopez. He ate up every lie she fed him and iced Noemi out like she was nothing.

"I want you out of my life."

Cool. Noemi could do that.

"Ms. Rosales, are you certain you want Mr. Gomez listed as the cornea recipient?"

"Yeah. Give them to him. Once I'm gone, the hospital can use the rest of me for science or whatever."

She scrawled her signature. "Don't tell him."

Aventora, Montavia

"Ms. Rosales, are you certain you want Mr. Gomez listed as the cornea recipient?"

"Yeah." Noemi Rosales smiled, even though her skin looked like paper. "Give them to him. Once I'm gone, the hospital can use the rest of me for science or whatever."

She'd just gotten hit with the worst news—brain cancer. Malignant. Surgery odds? Pathetic.

So she dropped the treatments. Made her choice.

"If you're certain, sign here."

She signed. "Don't tell him."

Outside, her phone buzzed—Daniel Gomez's name lit up the screen.

"Miss, it's pouring. Where you headed?" the driver asked.

Noemi glanced at the downpour, smile twitching at her lips, heart racing like she had a secret.

"I'm picking up my husband."

The driver chuckled. Said the guy was lucky.

That got to her.

Daniel had actually texted her today. Maybe because his cornea transplant was around the corner?

She didn't wait around. Bolted out of the car and dashed into the storm, slipping into the bar soaked and breathless.

Her shawl clung to her like plastic wrap. After a quick stop in the bathroom to dry off, she headed to the private room.

"Daniel, I'm here to take you home."

A snort, then full-on laughter.

"She really came? In this weather?"

The room was thick with smoke and mockery. Faces everywhere—his friends, drunk and entertained.

Daniel sat center stage, white shirt too clean for this place, cigarette loose in his hand. His eyes were unfocused.

"Noemi, I dropped you a random pin, and you actually showed. Like a dog. Pathetic."

The whole room cracked up.

Pain stabbed through her chest, but she swallowed it down and smiled anyway.

"Daniel, let's go home."

Daniel ignored her and kept drinking like she wasn't even there.

Noemi stumbled forward and yanked the glass from his hand. "Your surgery's around the corner. You can't drink."

He scoffed. "You think you can tell me what to do?"

Even blind, his glare was ice-cold. She could feel it cut straight through her.

"You're getting your sight back. You'll finally have your life back. Aren't you even a little happy?"

Nothing.

She inhaled deeply. "I heard Ivanna's back..."

He snapped. "You think you're even worthy to say her name?"

Before she could react, he grabbed an ashtray and whipped it at her.

It hit. Blood spilled down her temple.

Silence.

Everyone in the room froze.