Chapter 2

Later, my parents urged Dorian to marry me.

"Amara has loved you for fifteen years. Now she's blind because of you, so you must marry her."

Dorian's family also pressured him, "If you don't marry Amara, don't bother coming back!"

In the end, he did what was expected and made me his wife. After we wed, Dorian fulfilled his duties as a husband. Initially, his gestures were half-hearted, but over time, he learned to give gifts on special occasions. We went from awkward silence to being able to talk about anything all night long.

Just when everything seemed to be on track, Rosalind, eager to have a grandchild, slipped something into Dorian’s food. That night, we conceived a child. But Dorian assumed I had schemed to get pregnant, and from then on, he was distant.

A few days ago, I noticed shadows and outlines and rushed to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said that due to hormonal changes from the pregnancy, my sight had returned! I couldn't wait to share the good news with Dorian. But when I got home, I found Celestia instead.

She was sitting on the couch, sipping coffee as Dorian gently held her, his tone affectionate. "Be careful, it's hot," he said, in a way he never spoke to me. In just five days, Dorian seemed to have entirely forgotten his blind wife, completely absorbed by Celestia.

"Careful now, you've just finished an interview, are you tired?" I heard from the doorway. I turned to see them entering together. "Don't worry, just a bit tired from sitting for too long."

Celestia leaned comfortably against Dorian as they moved to the sofa, acting as though I wasn’t even there.

Smelling the aroma from the kitchen, Dorian asked, "Vivienne, what's cooking?"

"It's a gift from Mrs. Phillips, a special broth to nourish Mrs. Phillips."

"Bring it over, give it to Celestia."

"But it's for Amara, there's only one portion!"

"I told you to give it to Celestia, didn't you hear me? Celestia's not well, and the baby is small, she needs it more."

Dorian glanced at me, "Amara has a small appetite; she wastes it every time. From now on, anything my mom sends over is for Celestia."

My heart sank as I clenched my fists. My loss of appetite was due to constant nausea from the pregnancy. Most women gain weight during pregnancy, but I had lost nearly ten pounds. Rosalind was worried, so she routinely sent over supplements. Little did I know that, in Dorian’s eyes, I was wasting them.

"Isn't this unfair, Dorian? After all, these were sent for Amara," Celestia pretended to be concerned, while Dorian squeezed her hand and reassured her, "It's okay, you're the future daughter-in-law, don't worry. Besides..." he glanced at me again, "She won’t mind."

"Thank you, Dorian, you’re so good to me," Celestia said with a delighted kiss, thinking I couldn’t see. But I saw everything clearly.

"Of course, I don’t mind. Miss Hudson, help yourself," I replied as I turned toward the stairs.

I hadn't gone far when I overheard Celestia asking, "When are you planning to discuss the divorce with Amara?"

"Very soon, don’t worry. I'll find a way to get her to sign the divorce papers. I promise I'll marry you, I swear."

I froze on the steps, my heart pounding heavily, a sharp pain slicing through. I had offered him my sincere heart, yet he had conspired with an outsider to tear it apart. At that moment, I was utterly disappointed in Dorian.