Chapter 7

Just as I arrived in Paris, heartbreak and jet lag left me sleepless for nights on end.

Whenever I finally managed to doze off, I'd find myself revisiting cherished memories with Adrian in my dreams.

In the early days of our marriage, he treated me like a precious gem, never leaving my side.

When I was feeling down due to my blindness, he'd invent all sorts of stories to cheer me up.

He put all his work on hold to take me on a vacation to Aspen, where we'd spend our days chatting and embracing amidst the serene scenery.

My restless, anxious heart gradually found solace in his gentle patience.

Later on, whenever my eyesight was mentioned, he'd be the one who couldn't hold back his tears.

Adrian would hold me tight, his hot tears falling on my shoulder and neck as he choked out:

[Aria, don't worry, I'll protect you for the rest of my life.]

[I'll be your eyes forever.]

But his heart was never truly mine, and his so-called protection was nothing more than a sugar-coated lie.