Chapter 1

On Day 365 of my blindness, my sight returned, and the first thing I saw was my husband kissing our live-in housekeeper in our kitchen.

Ronan had one hand braced against the island and the other locked around Blair's waist. She was wearing my silk robe, loosely tied, and the sapphire necklace I had spent three months searching for rested against her throat.

Ronan had given me that necklace on our second wedding anniversary.

Just last night, he had held my hand and told me I must have lost it in the car accident.

"Stop looking for it." He had kissed my fingertips, his voice so gentle that not a single crack showed. "When you get better, I'll buy you an even prettier one."

Now Blair was wearing it as she tilted her face up to kiss him.

She saw me first.

She did not push Ronan away. She only tucked her face against his neck, as if reminding him that someone was standing in the doorway.

Ronan turned.

I lowered my eyes in time and fixed my gaze near his shoes. The tip of my white cane tapped lightly against the doorframe.

"Ivy?"

He released Blair and hurried over to steady me. His palm still carried the warmth of her waist.

"Why are you home so early? Is your eye exam over?"

"It's over."

My voice sounded so calm that it might have belonged to someone else.

That morning, the doctor had told me the pressure on my optic nerve had eased. The haze in my vision would continue to clear over the next few weeks.

I had not told Ronan yet.

Exactly one year ago, the accident took my sight. Afterward, he made me a calendar with 365 pages, each number raised so I could feel it.

He told me to tear off one page every day and promised that when I reached the last one, whether I could see again or not, he would be beside me when I began my new life.

I had planned to give him my eye report and my pregnancy results that night.

Six weeks.

Just when we had almost given up on becoming parents, I was pregnant.

But the first clear image I saw when I came home was my husband kissing another woman.

"What did the doctor say?" Ronan asked.

Blair had already straightened my robe. She came around the island carrying a glass of water. After the accident, Ronan had hired her through a domestic staffing agency to live with us and manage my meals, medication, and daily care.

For the past year, I had trusted her with the code to my front door, the key to my jewelry cabinet, and every humiliating part of me.

"Nothing has changed," I said.

The tension visibly left Ronan's shoulders.

That hurt more than the kiss.

He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips to my forehead.

"Don't lose hope. Even if you never see again, it doesn't matter. I'll take care of you for the rest of your life."

The same mouth had been against Blair's only minutes ago.

I fought the urge to recoil.

Blair placed my pills in my palm and smiled. "Time for your morning medication."

The edges felt smoother than usual, and the color was darker.

It was not the first time I had noticed something was wrong.

Over the past few months, my medication had sometimes tasted different. Whenever I asked about it, Blair claimed the pharmacy had switched manufacturers. Ronan would grow impatient and tell me that losing my sight had made me oversensitive.

I raised the pills to my lips, but I did not swallow them.

Ronan's phone rang. Blair glanced at the screen, and he hurried into his study.

She waited until the door closed, then bent close to me.

"What a shame. Still no good news from the doctor."

Her fingers brushed lightly over my lower abdomen.

"Maybe it's for the best. You can't even take care of yourself. A baby would only make Ronan's life harder."

I closed my fist around the pills and said nothing.

She thought I could not see the smile on her face.

She also had no idea that, only hours earlier, my doctor had told me I was six weeks pregnant.