Chapter 4

The treatment was torture. I would always secretly run out behind Landon's back to look at the lush trees and the soaring butterflies—all those living things filled with such vitality.

However, Jordan showed up at the worst possible time. Not to mention, the weather was horrible. I used my cap to cover my pallid face, turning around so that he wouldn't see me.

Still, he immediately spotted me. "Hazel, why are you still at the hospital? Why haven't you gone home?"

He spoke to me like he was interrogating a suspect. There wasn't a hint of warmth in his tone.

"It's not like you go home a lot either."

My response made him choke on his words. With a solemn expression, he handed me a document. "This is a divorce agreement. Since you refuse to donate your corneas to Josie, I'll need to take care of her for the rest of her life."

I lifted my hand but didn't take the document. I'd never thought that we'd actually reach the point of divorce.

"Don't worry, I made sure the division of assets would be fair for you. I'm leaving you the house."

I sucked in a breath and finally let my hand drop. "Maybe another time."

"What do you mean, another time? Josie's emotions are turbulent right now. The only thing that will cheer her up is a wedding. Would you rather see her depressed and miserable every day?"

I was silent for a moment. Finally, I looked at him and said, "If she gets her vision back, we won't have to get divorced, right?"

"Would you be willing to do that?" Jordan asked tentatively.

"Bring her here tomorrow."

He was overjoyed. "Okay."

I hadn't seen him this happy in so long. It felt like the sky outside had brightened because of it.

I had to admit that I still loved him, which was why I would give up my eyes to stay married to him.

At least, I would still be his wife while I was still alive.

However, the next day, Landon strongly opposed the idea. "I do not agree," he said, emphasizing each word.

"Who are you to disagree?" Jordan asked in an impatient voice. "What does this have to do with you?"

Landon rushed up to him and shouted, "Jordan, I've known you for so many years, but I never thought you were capable of this! How could you ask your wife to give up her eyes for your mistress? Are you even human?"

Landon was getting too agitated, so I quickly stood in front of him.

"Hazel, do you even know what you're doing? So long as I'm here, don't even think about it!"

Landon tried to pull me away, but Jordan grabbed me.

"She is my wife. You don't have any right to control her! Even if she can't see, I'll take care of her for the rest of her life!"

Landon scoffed. "Hm, the rest of her life? Do you know she's—"

"Landon!" I stared at him, hoping he'd let me preserve one last bit of dignity.

His face tensed, and he swallowed the words he nearly spoke. "If you don't want me to say it, then don't proceed with the donation."

"Alright," I answered.

Jordan's expression soured. "Hazel, what the hell do you mean?"

I smiled weakly. "I still want to behold the world with my eyes. Can't I do that?"

Pursing his lips, Jordan stared at me with a gaze as deep as the abyss. "Say that again."

"I don't want to give her my eyes."

Without a moment of hesitation, Jordan slapped me harshly.