Chapter 1
In the memorial hall, the intense sounds of gasping filled the air.
I stared at this filthy scene, my reflection in the glass door showing a pale face with silent tears.
A voice broke through the silence.
The woman spoke sweetly, “Patrick, who do you think is better, me or Linda Smith?”
Patrick replied impatiently, “Of course, it’s you. That damn blind woman can’t compare to you.”
"Every time I’m with her, I feel disgusted by her eyes."
These cold, heartless words hit me like a freezing gust of wind.
All these years, I had never heard Patrick speak like this.
His care for me, the sweet words, the romantic gestures—everything had been a lie.
He found me repulsive.
My grandfather's portrait still hung on the wall.
They had defiled his final journey like this, leaving him unable to rest in peace.
I was in pain, but also filled with rage.
I gritted my teeth and slowly made my way into the memorial hall, leaning on my cane. "Patrick, is that you?"
The light flickered on.
The two of them froze, and I watched Patrick hurriedly push Snow away, flustered as he straightened his clothes and nervously asked, “Linda, why are you still up so late?”
I looked around in confusion, feigning a lack of understanding, “I told you I’d be guarding grandfather’s spirit tonight. Don’t you remember?”
"I remember."
"I was just about to call you."
Patrick answered immediately, then cautiously glanced at me. “When did you get here, Linda?”
"I just arrived."
I kept my face neutral, trying to appear calm. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
Snow, after tidying up, slowly walked up to me, her eyes filled with provocation.
Her post-pleasure scent overwhelmed my senses, making me want to vomit.
As if mocking me, Snow brazenly draped herself over Patrick, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him openly.
Patrick was startled, and his gaze flickered toward me before he frowned and pushed Snow away, silently warning her, what are you doing?
Snow smiled brightly.
She replied without saying a word, what are you afraid of? She can’t see anything.
I stood there like a clown, forced to witness my fiance's betrayal.
Snow chuckled softly, the sound echoing eerily in the quiet room.
I could sense the underlying cruelty, and I immediately shouted, “Who’s there?”
I looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.
Patrick , panicked, tried to explain, “Linda, it’s just the two of us here.”
"Are you too tired? Seeing things?"
Chapter 2
I answered casually, "Maybe."
While speaking, Snow's hands were undisciplined, roaming over Patrick 's body, completely ignoring his warning gaze.
Patrick could no longer bear it, and he grabbed Snow, forcing her down for a deep kiss.
Their tongues tangled.
It was clear and unmistakable.
I stood there, frozen, my body aching with a sharp pain that spread all over me.
How could people be so shameless?
I had to dig my nails into my thigh just to keep from exposing them on the spot.
They kissed each other without a care in the world, completely oblivious to me, the rightful fiance, standing nearby.
Patrick, what did I do wrong?
Why are you humiliating me like this?
After a moment of clear-headedness, I managed to find my voice.
“Patrick, you should rest. I’ll stay here with grandfather.”
Patrick seemed to take that as a sign of forgiveness and hurriedly took Snow away, probably feeling guilty or perhaps with more important matters to attend to.
Before leaving, Snow shot me a mocking look. I could clearly see her sneer as she spat two words at me.
Handicapped.
The pain in my palm was sharp as I released the fist I had clenched so tightly.
My nails dug into my flesh, and blood began to drip.
Once they were gone, I nearly collapsed to the ground, drained of all strength.
I looked up at my grandfather’s portrait.
His gentle smile stared back at me, just as it had when he had entrusted me to Patrick all those years ago.
"Patrick, I only have this one granddaughter. Please take care of her and protect her for the rest of her life."
Patrick had solemnly promised, holding my hand with sincerity.
"I will, Grandpa. Don’t worry."
And now, here he was, defiling my grandfather’s memorial with his first love for a fleeting thrill.
I couldn’t control the bile rising in my throat.
Tears mixed with vomit.
I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
They disgust me.
Chapter 3
Sometime later, Patrick returned.
He gently covered me with a warm blanket, his expression soft and difficult to describe.
“The night is cold. I’ll stay here with you.”
His large hand enveloped my cold one, and I saw a flash of pity in his eyes.
I couldn’t understand.
Is this what people mean by having many sides to them?
How could the same person who shamelessly betrayed me also show this tender concern?
How could the same man who covered me with a blanket be the one who had defiled my grandfather’s memorial?
I withdrew my hand from his, trying not to let the pain and resentment overwhelm me.
Patrick ’s hand froze in the air.
He tried to comfort me, but I remained silent, kneeling, not giving him any attention.
When he saw I wouldn’t respond, a flash of impatience crossed his face.
His tone was still gentle, but his expression was one of annoyance.
That face, so full of contradictions, made me feel torn.
Maybe in the years I had been blind, Patrick had already grown tired of me, just like now.
He had taken advantage of my blindness, acting as he pleased.
I stayed as long as he did.
The next morning, before I could even see his face, he sent me a voice message.
“Honey, there’s something at the company. I’m heading back. Stay warm and take care of yourself. Love you.”
It seemed sweet and loving, didn’t it?
If only I hadn’t seen him holding Snow’s hand, laughing and walking away from the house.
Once he left, I felt strangely relieved.
I could never go back to the way things were with him.
I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I hadn’t called in five years.
The call was quickly picked up, and I could hear the joy and excitement in his voice.
“Linda Smith?”
I trembled and whispered, “Hey.”
“I’m planning to go abroad.”
Jack Miller replied instantly.
“Really?”
“Would you come with me?”
