Chapter 2

After Samuel regained his sight, he quickly reintegrated into his social circle, like a fish back in water. I, on the other hand, began to isolate myself, changing from outgoing and lively to increasingly quiet and withdrawn.

Additionally, I spent a considerable amount of money on an artificial skin mask, which I glued over my scars every day with special adhesive.

Although putting it on and taking it off irritated the wound, causing a burning pain, I didn't regret it if it made my husband look at me more favorably.

"Aria, you're developing a people-pleasing personality. Do you think he'll treat you better because of this?" my best friend said angrily, accusing me of not seeing things clearly.

I've always been good-tempered, so I gently reassured her:

"It's okay. He just regained his sight, so it's understandable if he's a bit excited and forgetful. As long as I get pregnant soon, everything will be solved."

At that time, I still maintained the traditional, virtuous side of a stay-at-home wife, believing that a child could tether his growing wild ambitions.

However, what happened next made me heartbroken repeatedly, and the love I had stubbornly defended crumbled again and again.

Samuel didn't go to the massage therapy clinic very often anymore because he felt it was unlucky to pretend to be blind now that he had regained his sight.

At home, he was used to my all-around care. After being diligent for only three days, he went back to being a hands-off boss and became addicted to online gaming.

I often advised him not to play on his phone for so long since his eyes had just recovered, but he would impatiently shout at me:

"Mind your own business! I mean... honey, I've just regained my sight. I'm curious about all the beautiful things in the world. Don't worry about me."

Curious about all the beautiful things in the world. Including beautiful women.

I pressed my lips together. He thought I didn't know, but every night he was scrolling through videos of flirtatious beauties on his phone.

Every time I caught a glimpse of this, my heart bled. His wife was lying next to him, yet he showed no interest in me at all.

It was nothing but his growing disgust for me.

Before heading back to the clinic in the afternoon, I casually mentioned that our regular customers, Mr. Zhang and Lily, would be coming, so I needed to go oversee things. Then I changed my shoes and left.

To my surprise, as soon as he heard those two regulars were coming, Samuel seemed energized and arrived at the clinic on his electric bike even earlier than me.

Faced with my surprise, he scratched his head sheepishly and said, "Mr. Zhang used to always bring us fish he caught. I wanted to ask him about fishing techniques."

I nodded, saying nothing, and went to the back room to clean the cupping equipment and other tools.

Samuel was indeed discussing his eyes with Mr. Zhang, thanking him for the years of bringing fish, and chatting about fishing techniques for quite a while.

Mr. Zhang left in a hurry after receiving a call about some work, and I heard the bead curtain at the door being lifted twice.

Then a sweet female voice came through:

"Oh my, the rain is so heavy today. I forgot to bring an umbrella and got all wet. It's so hot and stuffy."

It was our regular customer, Lily Andrews, the PR girl who was a VIP member of our clinic. Last time she came, Samuel had continued to pretend to be blind while massaging her.

This time, he chose to maintain the charade again.

I didn't understand why he could be honest with Mr. Zhang about his sight but had to continue pretending to be blind with Lily.

Lily entered with a radiant smile, and even from the back room, I could smell the strong scent of her perfume.

At the moment, there were no other customers in the clinic. Following a woman's sixth sense, I secretly observed them through the door crack.

Lily was attractive in every way, with a beautiful face like a bamboo shoot and unknown marital status. Just looking at the designer brands she wore, like Gucci, it was clear she held a significant position.

To say she could be interested in Samuel... I didn't believe it, but it was possible that my husband might be unilaterally attracted to her beauty.

I lowered my eyes, deciding to observe quietly. Just then, my best friend called, so I said to him:

"Honey, I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back soon. You can start Lily's massage first."

The only other female employee at the clinic had taken a day off, so it was just him.

When Samuel heard my voice, his expression remained calm, but his face, unlike usual, was visibly flushed.

"Okay, honey."

As I left, I deliberately closed the door and pulled the blinds, leaving no room for his little schemes.

What he didn't know was that I had already followed my friend's advice and installed hidden cameras in the clinic to prevent theft.

The reason I hadn't told Samuel was that he was blind before, so he didn't need to know.

Shortly after leaving, I quickly went to a nearby shaved ice shop, sat in a corner without saying a word, and opened the remote surveillance on my phone.

The woman had slowly removed her black stockings, lifted her jacket to reveal a perfect waistline, and lay face down on the massage bed.

My heart and breath were suspended.

Then they started chatting and laughing. I noticed my husband wasn't wearing gloves but was applying massage oil directly with his hands.

Generally, for hygiene reasons, our employees always wear gloves during massages.

The next moment, something even more shocking happened.

He had been giving her a proper massage, eyes straight ahead, only his cheeks growing increasingly flushed.

The woman lying on the bed seemed very comfortable, letting out coquettish "mmm" sounds. Then she suddenly asked:

"It's so hot. Why don't you turn on the fan in your clinic?"

In my mind, I was urging Samuel to turn on the fan for the customer. Although the clinic was small, we had two ceiling fans.

However, my husband blatantly lied to her, saying, "The fan is broken."

Although it wasn't the height of summer yet, the heat was still intense. Even sitting in the ice shop with a fan, I was sweating.

Lily made an "oh" sound, seemingly unable to bear the stickiness all over her body, and couldn't help but ask:

"Can you see?"

Samuel shook his head in confusion. "No, I can't see anything at all, don't worry."

"That's good. I'm so hot I can't stand it anymore."

And so, to my utter disbelief, Lily casually unbuttoned her shirt.

Her perfect body was directly presented in front of this "blind" masseur.