Chapter 1

Because of my large chest and average looks, I never brought breakfast for the school bully.

I endured cruel campus bullying.

Even my mother, in trying to help me, was driven to her death.

I harbored hatred and bided my time for years, blinding myself to infiltrate the bully's inner circle.

I succeeded in making him fall in love with me.

My revenge had only just begun.

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A loud crash rang out.

I accidentally knocked over the fruit bowl.

Being blind, I quickly crouched down, fumbling to pick it up, unaware my hand was inching closer to the glass shards, risking a cut at any moment.

A worried voice broke through. "Joelle, don't pick it up. If you cut your hand, it'll break my heart."

A warm hand slid under my arms, gently lifting me up, carefully inspecting my hands to ensure I wasn't hurt.

I forced out a few tears, my expression pitiful. "Michael, I... I don't want to stay blind forever."

Endless tears rolled down my cheeks. I knew the visual impact was strong.

I had practiced this countless times in front of a mirror to ensure his sympathy.

He softly pulled me into his arms, settling us on the couch, whispering words of comfort.

I stayed silent, occasionally nodding in response.

My hand nervously tugged at his shirt, and he remained patient, his attention entirely on me.

"Michael, can you help me find another doctor to check my eyes?" I sipped the warm water he handed me, asking softly.

Michael fell silent for a long time before patting my head.

"Joelle, what's wrong? Don't be afraid. Even if you never see again, I'll always love you. You can rely on me forever."

I nestled deeper into his embrace, wrapping my arms around his lean waist, my tone playful. "Okay, I'll rely on you forever."

But a cold smirk curled at the corner of my mouth. "I just want to see what you look like with my own eyes."

Michael held me tighter, kissing the top of my head.

I knew he didn't want me to regain my sight.

He feared if I could see, I'd recognize him as the bully who led the torment against me in school.

What he didn't know was that I could already see.

Even getting close to him was part of my long-planned scheme.

I watched the parade of women around him, one after another, saw him flaunt his lovers in front of me, thinking I was blind.

I clearly saw the way he looked at me, a mix of affection tinged with curiosity and a hint of disdain, complex emotions swirling in his eyes that I sometimes couldn't decipher.

In recent months, the scent of perfume vanished from him, and no women lingered by his side.

He started coming home whenever he was free, even learning to cook. Sometimes at night, he'd hold my hand for a walk, patiently describing everything to me.

I knew the time had come.

He had probably fallen in love with me.

Of course, this was only the first step of my revenge.