Chapter 1
Three years ago, I went blind, and my world was plunged into darkness.
Just recently, my vision quietly returned, but nobody knew.
That was when I realized there was a "invisible person" living in my house.
She strutted around right in front of me every day, showering and changing clothes, thinking I was still blind.
But I recognized her. It was my ex-fiancée who went bankrupt and disappeared, and my sworn enemy.
So, I wondered how I was supposed to keep acting like I still couldn't see her.
I could surely use some advice.
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My name was Mick Ford. I used to be a "winner in life", at least, I was three years ago.
Back then, I had perfect vision, owned a small family business, and was engaged to Geneva Carline, who was known as a "business elite."
Then fate played a cruel joke on me. An accident left me blind, and I was plunged into darkness.
Not long after I lost my sight, Geneva's family business went bankrupt, and she vanished without a trace. Our engagement was over.
I thought my world would be nothing but endless darkness and the constant nagging of my old butler, Josh Booth.
A month ago, when I had a dream. In that dream, I saw light, dazzling, real, and warm.
When I woke up, the world was actually bright again.
At that moment, I stared at the ceiling, my eyes wide with shock.
It wasn't a hallucination, and it wasn't some last burst before dying.
I could actually see again.
I didn't tell anyone.
The reason was simple. I'd missed out on seeing so much these past three years. I just wanted to soak it all in.
Plus, being blind had its perks. I could skip all the boring social stuff, chill as much as I wanted, and secretly keep an eye on everything.
Especially when I stumbled upon a "ghost" in my own old house.
One evening, I was alone in the living room, "watching" TV. Suddenly, I caught a faint sound coming from the kitchen, like someone was digging around in there.
I held my breath.
Josh had already left for the day, so I was supposed to be the only one in the house.
I wondered if it was a thief.
I grabbed my cane and gripped it tightly, my nerves on edge.
Then, a figure stepped out of the kitchen.
She was wearing one of my old white shirts, hanging loose on her, her hair still wet and droplets clinging to her face.
She had a pack of spaghetti in her hand, tearing it open as she walked, glancing around warily.
Her movements were light, her eyes sharp and alert, like a startled fawn.
When she turned my way, I instinctively shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
My heart was beating like a drum, about to jump right out of my chest.
I recognized her.
She was Geneva.
She was my ex-fiancée and my arch nemesis.
I wondered why she was here.
I thought she had disappeared off the face of the earth.
She was wearing my shirt and eating my spaghetti in my house at that moment.
She thought I would find out since I was blind.
I wondered what was going on. My ex-fiancée was living in my house, wearing my clothes, and eating my spaghetti.
She actually thought I was blind and couldn't see her. I was blind for three years, but now my eyesight returned. She probably thought I lost my mind as well.
Geneva walked up to my couch and stopped.
She leaned in a little, bending down to look me over closely.
I almost stopped breathing.
Her eyes lingered on my face for a moment, then she let out a quiet sigh.
"Mick, it's been three years, and you're still like this. This house feels even deader than you."
She muttered, her voice soft, with a hint of exhaustion and a touch of superiority.
I almost coughed up a lung from sheer disbelief.
She thought she had won since I was blind.
She was literally sneaking into my house, stealing my spaghetti, and wearing my clothes.
I couldn't believe that she had the audacity to act like she was better than me.
She seemed convinced I was asleep, or at least, that I couldn't see her at all.
She dragged over a small chair, sat down right in front of me, and started eating the spaghetti like she owned the place.
The sound of her slurping was crystal clear in my ears.
The smell of the spaghetti was practically assaulting my nose.
It was my favorite, beef spaghetti.
She used to turn her nose up at anything "unhealthy" like this.
I cracked my eyes open just a sliver, sneaking a glance at her.
She was eating like she hadn't had a meal in days, practically devouring it.
The once glamorous Carline heiress was now hiding out in my house, slurping spaghetti.
Honestly, the whole scene was pretty hilarious, and kinda pathetic.
But that feeling didn't last long. Soon, a wicked sense of fun took over.
She really thought I was blind and that she was totally safe.
I wondered if I should play along and mess with her.
I suddenly coughed.
Geneva jumped, almost dropping her bowl of spaghetti.
She sprang to her feet, eyes wide as saucers, staring at me, alert and tense.
"Who's there?" she called out in a low voice.
I slowly "woke up," opened my eyes with a confused look, and turned my head toward the sound.
"Josh, is that you?" I asked, my voice still groggy from sleep.
Geneva's expression shifted from panic to visible relief. She let out a sigh and visibly relaxed.
She patted her chest and muttered under her breath, "Nearly gave me a heart attack. Thought I got busted."
Then she plopped herself back down and resumed devouring her spaghetti.
I couldn't help but smirk.
I really had caught her. And I'd been watching you this whole time.
After she finished her spaghetti, she tidied up the wrappers and tucked them into a little bag.
Then, she crept down the hallway on tiptoe.
She headed straight for the old storage room that nobody used anymore.
I guessed that was her hideout.
I listened as she closed the door, then, still pretending to be blind, I slowly sat up.
A mysterious, knowing smile crept across my face.
Now things were about to get interesting.
My ex-fiancée, my arch nemesis, was now my uninvited house guest, who actually thought I was still blind.
This was way more entertaining than any soap opera I'd ever watched.