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The nausea hitlike a tidal wave.
When Lorenzo rushed over, all | could smell was Isabella’s signature perf- a custom French fragrance he'd
commissioned just for her at sobscene price. The scent made my stomach lurch. 1 shoved him away, still
playing my part as the blind wife as | groped my way to the bathroom. My body knew what my heart couldn't
accept.
Kneeling on the cold tile floor, | heaved into the toilet. When the nausea subsided, something in the trash caught
my eye-a pregnancy test with two unmistakable pink lines. It stared back at me, a cruel reminder of my own
hollow marriage.
| couldn’t even cry. The pain had gone beyond tears. Lorenzo hadn’t touchedin the six months since 1 lost
my sight. Now | knew why he’d been busy getting his assistant pregnant.
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“Baby, what's wrong?” His voice cracked with panic as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. His
hands trembled against my skin, desperately clinging as if | might disappear. The shands that had just
explored every inch of Isabella’s body.
God, Lorenzo, you deserve an Oscar for this performance. | pulled away, creating a chasm between us.
“Just stomach issues. Everything | eat seems to cback up.”
When had | becsuch a convincing liar? | used to hate liars with a passion. Now look at- I'd
becone.
My words sent him into overdrive. Mr. Germaphobe suddenly didn’t care about the mess as he pulledclose
again.
“I'm so sorry. I've been buried in work, leaving you alone for meals, not taking care of you properly. This is all my
fault.”
He cradled my face like | was made of glass, his forehead creased with what looked like genuine concern. Back in
our bedroom, he reached for my clothes to helpchange - a routine since I'd lost my sight. This time, |
stopped him. For the first tin our marriage, | dressed myself. The momentary flash of panic in his eyes was
almost worth it.
As | lay in bed, he fussed with the covers like a mother hen. “Are you mad at me? For being absent? Tomorrow's
your birthday - I'll clear my schedule, spend the whole day with you.”
The great Lorenzo Visconti, the shark of Wall Street who made grown men tremble, reduced to this simpering
act. Was it a blessing or a curse to witness this side of him?
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Chapter 2
Just as sleep began to pullunder, his phone vibrated. Thinking | was out, he answered after checking my
stillness.
“You savage, you destroyed my La Perla set. Get up here and bringa new one. Now.”
“On my way,” he whispered, brushing my cheek with false tenderness before slipping away.
| gripped the Egyptian cotton sheets until my knuckles went white, tears finally breaking through my defenses.
So Isabella hadn't left? Was she living here, treating my blindness like scosmic joke?
Seven days, | reminded myself. Seven days until I'd be gone, cutting every tie with Lorenzo Visconti. Seven days
until freedom.
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