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I sacrificed my vision to protect my girlfriend, but when she mocked my blindness, I decided it was time to move on...
In an attempt to save my girlfriend from a vehicular collision, I ended up losing my sight and was admitted to the hospital. She purchased an expensive timepiece for me, but her former flame switched it with a counterfeit right in front of her, saying: "He can't see anyway, so why does it matter if it's genuine or not?"
The girlfriend who constantly declared her profound affection for me didn't intervene. She even placed the cheap imitation on my wrist herself, reassuring me: "Don't fret, I'm not going anywhere. We're tying the knot on the fifteenth of next month. I've invited reporters to ensure everyone witnesses our joy."
I merely grinned, keeping my thoughts to myself.
She was unaware that I had already regained my sight with the aid of the System and had requested a means to return home.
On our wedding day next month, she'll be greeted by my lifeless body instead.

Blinded by Love, Enlightened by Betrayal

The System promptly responded: "Dear Host, as you've missed the optimal moment to depart this realm, you must now perish in a tragic manner to exit."


Even though that world held nothing worth recalling.


I had no desire to see Charlotte's insincere expression again.


The System notified me that the return would occur in a fortnight.


I noted the timing's peculiar coincidence.


Then Charlotte spoke with concern: "If the timepiece isn't to your liking, I'll find an alternative gift."


I shook my head and refused: "It's unnecessary, I require nothing."


Upon hearing this, Charlotte felt a pang in her chest. She sensed something amiss, feeling as though I was referring to more than just the watch.


She embraced me tighter, yearning for my warmth.


Ethan observed, his eyes tinged with jealousy, and reminded: "Ms. Charlotte, the personnel have been waiting extensively. We'll be tardy if we don't depart now."


Charlotte reluctantly released me, gathered her things, and prepared to escort me for discharge.


Yet while conversing and reassuring me, she continued packing with one hand, while her other hand intertwined with Ethan's.


I turned my gaze numbly towards the window.


Evidently, Charlotte's heart was capacious enough to accommodate two individuals.


Owing to my condition, Charlotte had to arrange the wedding in her villa's cellar.


Though the ceremony was merely outlined, it displayed Charlotte's dedication.


The on-site staff awaited, guiding us through the proceedings.


Charlotte led me onto the platform, with Ethan positioned centrally, acting as the officiant with a microphone.


"Ethan Anderson, do you accept Charlotte as your spouse, in good times and bad..."


He completed the vows fervently, waiting alongside everyone for my "I do."


Charlotte couldn't resist tugging my attire twice, and just as the staff was about to prompt me.


Charlotte cried, pushing me towards the collapsing structure, while she rushed to shield Ethan.


I was struck, my head bleeding, but Ethan emerged unharmed.


Ethan, witnessing Charlotte's life-saving action for him, couldn't contain himself and exclaimed: "It's clear you love me more, why won't you grant me another opportunity?"


Chapter 2