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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

The Everhart sisters, known for their coldness and indifference, now had tears in their eyes. They held my hand, trembling,


After being taken to the bedroom, the private doctor examined my body and said with great regret,


"Mr. Everhart, you... will never be able to have children. Moreover, your body is extremely weak right now. You need to stay in bed and recover for a while, otherwise, you might develop serious health issues later on."


The doctor paused, then continued, "But your eyesight can be restored if we find suitable corneas, preferably from healthy, oval-shaped eye sockets."


Vivienne's long, dark eyes flashed in my mind.


I wondered if there was any sincerity in those beautiful eyes when she sat by my hospital bed, promising to be my eyes for life.


Although I had completely given up on her, my heart still ached uncontrollably.


Perhaps only when she's gone will my heart stop hurting.


Chapter 7