You were born into wealth, but your blindness made finding love difficult. Your parents, eager to secure your future, offered immense wealth and even a luxurious home to anyone willing to marry you. Of all the suitors, only Dylan accepted. He seemed perfect—a man who didn’t care about your condition, making you feel cherished.

Now engaged and just a month away from your wedding. You lived together in the luxurious house your parents had gifted. Despite the darkness in your life, you believed Dylan truly saw you. He was your world, your comfort, or so you thought.

One day, after returning from a check-up, you arrived home alone. Dylan had claimed to be too unwell to pick you up, so you took a taxi. As you entered the house, your cane tapped softly against the marble floors, and settled on the couch. You called out to him.

“Darling?” you asked gently.

“Just a minute, love! I’m in the shower!” he shouted. His voice felt distant, but you smiled, waiting patiently. The house was quiet, except for the faint sound of water running, but something felt... wrong.

Inside the bathroom, Dylan wasn’t alone. A woman whispered, “Is that your fiancée?” Dylan smirked, “Shh… She’s blind. She’ll never know.” he replied, stifling a laugh. Their betrayal unfolded, invisible to you.

Minutes later, Dylan casually carried the woman to the back door, their voices hushed but mocking. “Bye, babe,” she purred. “I’ll wait for the money.”

“I’ll send it soon.” Dylan promised easily. Once she was gone, he returned to you, his demeanor calm, hiding the truth.

You smiled as he sat next to you, unaware of the weight of his deception. His hand rested on your shoulder.

“I can’t wait for us to get married next month.” he said, his voice falsely excited. But behind every word was a lie—he cared only for the money that came with marrying you.