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I concealed my identity as Scion of an old money "New York" family when I married Vivienne.
But unexpectedly, the day before our wedding, I was in a car accident.
When I regained consciousness, I had lost my sight.
In the darkness, I overheard Vivienne's conversation with her assistant.
"Ms. Stratton, don't worry. The driver responsible for the accident and the doctor have been taken care of. They won't breathe a word. However... Mr. Everhart loves painting more than anything. After donating his corneas, he'll never be able to see again. What if he can't accept it when he wakes up?"
"He's strong, unlike Brent. Brent couldn't live without his eyes. Besides, Everett has me now. I'll take care of him for the rest of our lives. I love him, but I can't lose Brent."
The woman paused, then her cool voice spoke again.
"Oh, and have the doctor perform a vasectomy on Everett while they're at it. Brent would go mad if he saw me with Everett's child."
The assistant hesitated, feeling uneasy. "But Ms. Stratton, isn't this too cruel to Mr. Everhart? He's been with you since he was eighteen..."
"Just do as I say. Don't ask any more questions." I shuddered involuntarily, my entire body turning ice cold.
The woman I had loved unconditionally all this time had already fallen for the impoverished student I was supporting.
She was even willing to destroy everything I had for his sake.
If that's how it is, those who hurt me cannot be allowed to remain.

Love's Cruel Severance

"Everett, be a good boy. It'll all be over after you sleep. With me here, you'll be fine, I promise."


Tears silently rolled down my cheeks from my eyes.


Though my body was anesthetized, my heart continued to throb with pain.


I closed my eyes in despair. In the darkness, I seemed to see 18-year-old Vivienne, crying by my bedside with red-rimmed eyes, calling me an idiot for taking a knife for her.


The girl's young yet determined voice echoed in my mind,


"Everett, I swear, I'll never let anyone hurt you again in this lifetime."


Yet the one who hurt me the deepest, who wanted my life, was none other than her.


When I woke up again, I had not only lost my eyes and my love, but I would never have a child of my own again.


I opened my eyes. The hospital room was quiet, with only the sound of my weak breathing.


Soon, I faintly heard the voices of a man and woman arguing,


"Everett got into a car accident. I must go take care of him. Everett has been so good to me. If it weren't for him, I'd still be in the slums. I owe him for life, and I need to repay him. Don't try to stop me..."


It was Brent, the underprivileged student I had sponsored.


Vivienne, who never allowed anyone to defy her, had not a trace of displeasure in her voice. "Brent, be good now. Your eyesight has only just returned. The doctor said you shouldn't be moving around yet. You need more rest. Someone will take care of Everett, so don't worry about it."


I couldn't help but clench the bedsheets in my hands. When exactly had Brent lost his sight? How could I not have known about this?


"Ouch!" A sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of my hand as a thin needle quickly pierced my skin.


The nurse's voice was extremely impatient as she snapped, "Don't move!"


She even increased the pressure of her grip as if deliberately warning me.


"Just my luck. Why do they get to care for Mr. Stratton while I'm stuck looking after you, you blind fool!"


"If Brent could put in a good word for me with Ms. Stratton, I'd never have to deal with the likes of you sickly patients again..."


"!" The sound of a glass vial shattering on the floor interrupted her bitter ramblings.


"Ah! Who dares... Ms... Ms. Stratton, what are you doing here...?"


The nurse's voice changed from angry to trembling. Vivienne's furious voice echoed through the hospital room, sending chills down everyone's spine.


"Get out. Don't ever show your face to me again." The warm, familiar body heat enveloped me. The woman's body seemed to tremble slightly, her voice filled with guilt.


"I'm sorry, Everett. I'm late, and you've suffered because of it. I'm so sorry..."


A bitter smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.


Compared to having my corneas removed and my vas deferens cut, this discomfort was nothing.


But she seemed extremely remorseful, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe.


"I don't want to stay in the hospital. I want to go home."


The woman's warm breath tickled my neck.


"Once the doctor checks you over, I'll take you home."


She didn't know that the home I spoke of wasn't her mansion, but the elite Everhart family estate far away in New York City.


Years ago, during internal turmoil in the Everhart family, my father hid me in Los Angeles for safety, but I was still discovered by those with ill intentions.


When I was cornered in an alley, it was Vivienne who appeared and took the lethal blow meant for me.


In that moment, love at first sight became a reality for me.


Later, we got into the same college and began a passionate romance, inseparable every day. Everyone around us envied our relationship.


It was also during that time that Brent appeared. I took pity on him eating plain bread for every meal, and admiring his talent, I decided to help him out financially.


Brent was moved to tears by my generosity, and we became the closest of friends who shared everything with each other.


Chapter 2