The Whisper of Misplaced Love

Ivo climbed the ranks of the wealthy elite that day, granting an interview to the network.

When the host inquired about the secret to his success,

Ivo stared directly into the camera, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips.

"I owe my gratitude to that shameless individual who trampled me when I was at my lowest, shaping me into the man I am today."

The host's jaw dropped in surprise: "How could that person be so blind? Such individuals deserve divine retribution..."

But Ivo absent-mindedly toyed with his engagement ring.

"It doesn't matter. She's blind now, I'm sure she's regretting it for the rest of her life."

He seemed to be addressing me through the camera, his teeth clenched in anger.

"Isn't that right, Scarlett?"

As the words fell, my hand trembled, and tears streamed down my face.

What he didn't know was that his clear eyes now had belonged to me.