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Zoey:

"Miss, you look gorgeous,” The hair stylist said, piercing the golden hair stick through the bun she made with my short ginger hair.

“I sure do!" I exclaimed.

It's been four years since I have donated my cornea to my husband and I became completely blind until three months ago when I lied to him that I was going on a vacation and I asked for some money.

He was oblivious to the fact that I wanted to have cornea surgery and surprise him and today, I was returning home to surprise him.

Here I sat today, staring right at my reflection in the mirror, something I couldn't see for four years.

Life turned a smiling face on our lives just six months after he had the surgery four years ago when his brother passed away and his Father had to pass the company to him. He also became the new mafia Lord of his empire but he didn't care about the empire, he cared about the company more.

My husband became a famous billionaire.

Four years in darkness. Four years blind. Four years in pain. Four years being bullied by the housekeepers because there was nothing I could do. Four years of my husband despising me because I was blind.

It all goes down today and I would make him happy.

I always heard his conversations with his friends and whenever they asked about his wife, he would brush it off. He wasn't proud of me being his wife since I was blind.

He always had me locked in and gave me everything I needed just to stay indoors and not make anyone suspect that the wife of a billionaire was blind.

Though everyone knew he had me as his wife, it seemed as though they all forgot I existed after some time.

Today, I would reclaim myself as Seth Finn's wife.

I dabbed some makeup over the scar across my neck; something I was insecure of since I was a child.

“All done!!" She squealed, looking into my eyes through the mirror, her eyes sparkling with adoration.

I really looked amazing even though I only had light makeup on.

My milky white skin glowed, contrasting the color of my full pink lips. My shoulders were held high, perfectly shaped in the pink lace, as my neck also stood tall, holding up my oval face.

I looked like a model or probably I was overhyping it since Seth never for once told me I looked beautiful in four years, except on our wedding night.

I let out a sigh, contentment running in my veins.

I rose up, realizing I had been keeping the chauffeur waiting.

“Please leave after you pack up your things. This is a hotel and I wouldn't want any form of complications with the authorities,” I said to the hair stylist.

She nodded.

I strode towards the door, grabbing the knob and pulling it open.

I exited the room, walking down the passage as I put a leg in front of the other to maintain my curves in the blush pink dress that I wore.

The dress embraced my slender figure, flaring out right above my knees.

The elevator dinged and the doors slided open for me to walk out with my heels knocking against the marble floors with each step I took.

Soon, I got out of the hotel, sighing as I stared up at the clouds above.

I spotted the black sleek car parked right in front of me with blue balloons tied on it. I just wanted to make today so special that I made sure the colors of the balloons were exactly the shade of Seth's eyes.

I slammed the door, stepping into the car.

“Drive," I commanded, crossing my arms.

The ride was the longest thirty minute ride of my life, filled with anticipation.

When the car finally got to the estate, I looked out of the window, noticing a crowd.

It wasn't the crowd that made me look but the amazing dress codes and some personalized balloons and cars with Seth's face on them and some crazy words written on banners in unreadable, ridiculous fonts.

I cleared my throat, starting to feel uncomfortable.

The car finally stopped in front of the house and an even more crowd was outside the gate, trying to break their way in.

Even the press were seen outside but that wouldn't stop my surprise.

I stepped out of the car, diverting their attention and they all gasped, staring at me as though they were shocked to realize I still existed.

Lights flashed, threatening my vision, as they captured images of me.

I didn't stop to stare at them any longer, I made my way through the crowd, going to the gate and opening it with my keycard.

As soon as it opened, I stepped in with some of them using the opportunity to rush in but my legs remained fixed to the spot.

I swallowed hard, unable to believe the scene in front of me.

A few tables and chairs were arranged, accommodating a few people and some of the faces looked familiar even though it's been four years since I had seen them.

There he stood, my husband, Seth Finn, in a navy blue suit, glaring at me. A glare I couldn't decipher.

I swallowed hard, my fist clenching as tears pricked my eyes, threatening to fall.

It wasn't the undecipherable glare he shot me.

It wasn't the guests.

It wasn't the crowd.

It wasn't the press.

It was the woman in his arms, dressed in an elegant white dress.

It wasn't just a woman. It was none other than my twin sister, Chloe.

My fist clenched as my breath got caught up in my throat, my heart throbbing.

Chloe smirked at me before returning her face to Seth who returned his gaze back to her.

The man that stood in front of them said some words that I didn't pick up. My heartbeat was all I could hear at the moment as the world spun around me.

The only thing I heard was “Do you take Mrs. Willie as your wife?".

Seth's eyes darted to me for a split second before he nodded. "Yes, I do, forever!".

“And do you want Mr. Finn to be your husband?".

Barely letting him finish, Chloe chirped. "Yes,".

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!", “You may kiss the bride.”.

I held my tears back as I yelled. “Seth!" My voice broke, piercing the supposed romantic moment and everyone snapped at me.

“Sit down, Zoey!" Seth commanded, pointing his index at my face.

I took slow steps to the front where they both stood and Chloe immediately left, disappearing into the building.

“How could you do this to me?! I am your wife, Seth!" I yelled, holding tight on my chest.

The heartbreak was so painful that I had to hold my chest as if it would put the pieces back together.

My chest heaved up and down, my lips parting as I breathed out heavily.

Was this some sort of prank?

“If you hated me, you could have just told me rather than doing this to me!! I gave you that eyesight, Seth!”.

Chloe returned, grinning ear to ear with some papers in her hand. She clung onto Seth like a leach.

“You're too insignificant for hate, let alone love!” He spat.

Gasps erupted across the yard as lights flashed, the paparazzi capturing images of us.

My tears slipped out.

Did he just say that to me?

My heart felt as though a bee stung it, his words pulling my heartstrings.

He took the papers from Chloe's hand, throwing it at me.

The papers slapped against my face before flapping away.

“Let's divorce! Sign it.".