The Husband She Betrayed, the Life She Lost

No one understood why I would marry a blind woman.

But the woman I knew was kind, innocent, and pure.

For three years of marriage, I took care of her in every possible way—from her meals and clothes to her daily life.

Yet on our anniversary, when I came home excitedly carrying a cake, the woman who had suddenly regained her sight looked at me with disgust.

“How could something this cheap possibly be good enough for me?”

I stared at the familiar face on the television. Her makeup was flawless, and her smile was perfectly practiced.

Everything looked exactly as I remembered it.