Chapter 3

When I had finished organizing my documents, Sean anxiously returned home.

"Rachel, where have you been? I was worried sick! How did you come home without me? You frightened me," Sean said with a trembling voice as he hugged me tightly.

It looked like he had been really worried.

I snickered silently; I did not show it on my face. "I couldn't find you, so I tried to take a taxi home. Where were you?"

"I had some work to do, so I headed upstairs. Did you come looking for me?"

"Hmm. I couldn't find you, so I came home. I won't do it again," I said calmly.

Sean seemed panicky. He was not sure if I heard him fooling around with Vivian. After all, they were pretty loud.

I pretended not to have noticed his expression. He was nervous the entire night, but I said nothing.

Everyone knew that I loved him, so if I ever found out that he had been cheating on me, a huge argument would ensue.

He observed me for the entire night. When he saw no other noticeable reaction from me, he was assured that I must not have found out anything.

The following two days, Sean and Vivian had fewer interactions. He would return home after work on time. After dinner, he would accompany me on a walk. Then, he would spend our evenings on the couch watching TV with me.

Life seemed to have returned to two years ago when I first lost my eyesight.

On the morning of my departure, Sean got up early because I wanted breakfast.

I was a little swayed when I saw him busy in the kitchen. I had loved him for many years, giving up my reputation and career for him. It would take some time to cut him off from my life completely.

I looked at him with a complicated gaze when his phone next to me suddenly beeped.

I saw the message from Vivian.

[I'm pregnant.]

My heart sank. Sean quickly came out of the kitchen. He looked aghast when he saw the message.

I looked at him closely. I wanted to give him a chance to come clean. If he told me the truth, I would tell him about my eyesight.

However, he did not. He lied and said it was a work message before heading back to the kitchen.

It made me feel like a complete idiot.

When Vivian came looking for him, she looked terrible. I did not know what Sean had said, but she started sobbing.

"Tell me the truth—have you fallen for Rachel? You said that you were just fooling around with her. Have you fallen for her because she lost her eyesight?"

Vivian was crying, but Sean looked at her coldly.

"I told you that I would take care of her."

"Why? You don't love her. Would she still love you if she found out that you weren't performing the experiment but flirting with me in the explosion?"

A metaphorical bomb exploded in my mind.

I watched them conversing in sign language. My mind was instantly buzzing. I clenched my fists tightly.

What did she mean by that? Sean was with Vivian? Were they not performing the experiment? Instead, they were fooling around in the lab?

Yet, I had stupidly risked my life for him, getting hurt in the process? Not to mention being insulted and called a burden for the following two years! There I was, feeling good about myself!

Sean finally caved in. He walked to the couch and said to me gently, "Rachel, something came up in the office. I have to go. I'll return soon."

He caressed my head.

He seemed so devoted when he looked at me—I wanted to slap him, but I held back.

I could not control my trembling hands. I shook my head and said, "I'm fine. Go. I... I'll… I'll wait for you to come home."

Then, Sean and Vivian left. I packed up my belongings and met with the realtor.

"Throw away all my things. As for his stuff… This is Sean's number. You can contact him."

Then, I tossed my SIM card and blocked Sean from contacting me before boarding the flight.

Before the plane took off, I chuckled sarcastically. "Sean Sherman, we're done."

Not long after the plane took off, Sean received a message from the realtor asking about what to do with his belongings since the apartment would be sold.

Sean initially thought it was a scam call. He had taken Vivian to the hospital for a check-up and bumped into my doctor.

"Mr. Sherman. It's been a while. How's Rachel? I haven't seen her in three days after her treatment. Technically, she should come back to the hospital for a check-up."

"A check-up? For what?" Sean stopped in his tracks.

The doctor replied, "For her eyes. She regained her eyesight three days ago under our new treatment. She should still be kept under observation for the next few days. Didn't she tell you about it?"