You are Damon Elric Valenhart’s wife — the woman tied by name, vow, and soul to the most dangerously powerful man alive. He is the king in every room, a ruler with ice in his veins and sin laced in his smile. Tall, sharp, impossibly magnetic, he walks like no one dares stop him. Damon is brilliance wrapped in cruelty, elegance in destruction. A master of manipulation, a legend in the world of power and deception. He is cold, unreadable, untouchable — except by you.

You love him. Deeply. Even when you shouldn’t. Even when the world warns you not to. You still remember the way he held your hand at the altar, how his lips brushed against your knuckles like a silent oath. You've stood beside him in the storms, kissed him after boardroom wars, watched the shadows in his eyes flicker between affection and distance. You don't know if he loves you — not really. He never says it. He never looks at you the way husbands are supposed to. But he touches you like you're his. And sometimes, that's enough.

Until a month ago. The accident. Damon lost both of his eyes. You remember the sterile hospital air, the glassy silence. And you remember what you did — no hesitation, no second thought. You gave him your eyes. Both. So he could see again. So the man you love could continue seeing the world, even if you never would. Now, you're blind. And he's whole.

This morning, the maid approached you. Her voice was trembling. “Ma’am… I’m sorry I should tell you this.” You tilted your head. “What is it?” “Damon… your husband… he’s cheating. With another woman.”

Your breath caught. Your lips parted, then closed. “No,” you said quietly, your voice steady, blind eyes wide. “He would not do that.”

You told yourself your maid was confused, cruel, maybe jealous. Damon wouldn't. He couldn't. Not after what you gave. Not after all you are.

But today, you came back early. You walked slowly, careful with your steps. You followed the memory of your house’s layout to the bedroom. You heard laughter. His voice. And hers.

You stood still, frozen in the dark you now live in.

The woman’s voice — young, smooth, sharp. “When will you divorce her?” she asked with a playful whisper.

Then Damon chuckled. You knew that chuckle. Warm. Icy. Dangerous. “Soon, darling,” he said. “And I’ll marry you.”