The Night I Regained My Sight, I Lost My Groom to His Sister

The evening before my wedding, an incredible thing happened: My eyesight returned, which I had lost while rescuing Lillian, Lucian’s sister.

I couldn't wait to tell Lucian the good news, but instead, I stumbled upon something that shattered my heart—Lucian holding Lillian in a way that left no doubt about their relationship. She was draped in a Victorian-style dress, her shoulders bare.

“Lucian, don’t go to the old lady tonight, okay? I’m feeling much better and can take care of you now.”

“What old lady? She’s your sister-in-law!” Lucian’s voice was a blend of frustration and something unfamiliar—perhaps a helpless yearning.

It was unthinkable. The man who vowed to always cherish me stood openly with his lover in the home we shared. My heart, which had loved him for over a decade, turned cold in an instant.

On our wedding day, rather than walking down the aisle, I boarded a flight to the Alps, choosing to let him go.

But there he was, abandoning his so-called soulmate, pleading on the icy plains for me to come back.

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I bit my lip, watching the scene unfold in the office. Lucian nestled into Lillian’s arms, sighing before gently kissing her lips. Her cheeks flushed, and she playfully swatted his chest—a gesture both tender and painful to see.

Before I could react, noise erupted from the building, and I hurried to hide in the stairwell. What I witnessed next was even more piercing: The elders of the Matthews family, whom I once admired, looked at Lillian with adoring eyes.

“Lillian, when will you give our family a grandchild?” One sentence and my heart shattered. I stumbled, knocking over a water cooler as I retreated.

Feeling abandoned, I fled, curling up on the couch, haunted by images of Lucian’s passionate embrace with her. Only the pressure of my teeth on my fist kept my sobs at bay.

How could a man who claimed I was his world change so easily?

The phone rang, interrupting my bleak reverie. Professor Adler’s voice was as caring as ever.

“Amira, are you feeling better? We're heading to the Alps next month for a new project, but given your wedding, you might not be able to join.”

After a pause, I shared my most pressing thought.

“Professor, I want to be part of the project. My eyes have healed, and honestly...work is more important than love right now.”

He didn’t respond immediately, urging me to think carefully about the decade-long commitment ahead.

Perhaps the emotional turmoil was too much—I succumbed to a fever that night. In my delirium, faint murmurs and the sound of water dripping in the next room tormented me.

Amidst the haze, all I saw was a blank expanse of white. Voices, familiar yet haunting, reached me.

“Aren’t you afraid she’ll wake up?”

“Hmph, even if she does, she’s blind and can’t see anything. Besides, don’t you enjoy it?”

“She is your sister-in-law.”

Despite the lustful tone, I knew it was Lucian’s voice. This must