Chapter 2

The two next door instantly fell silent.

Brady frowned, pulling Betty into the villa.

Shortly after, Hurst rushed over in his pajamas.

"Della, I'm sorry, I was so deeply asleep. Are you hurt?"

It seemed Brady had called him.

I shook my head, letting him support me back inside.

With all my willpower, I resisted the urge to glance back.

Once inside the room, Hurst led me into the bedroom, but I kept my eyes open.

He asked in confusion, "Can't sleep? Should I tell you a story?"

I quietly clenched my fingers.

For the past ten years, I had always believed that the person I married and who stayed by my side was Brady.

But now, it seemed it had always been Hurst.

Brady had never given me such care and gentleness.

Before I lost my sight, he always looked down on me.

Being with me, even getting engaged, was all just to provoke Betty.

In fact, Brady regretted it right after the engagement.

He contacted Betty in frustration, saying he didn't want to drag things out anymore.

As long as Betty was willing to come back, he would break up with me.

But he hadn't anticipated that Betty was also about to get married at that time.

In his anger, despite my protests, he went to fight that man, only to find the other party was prepared.

When the brick came down, I was the one who shielded him, which led to the blood clot in my brain, pressing on my nerves, and causing my blindness.

And Betty?

Seeing so many people rush in, she had already fled.

Afterward, Brady woke up to reality, deciding to cut ties with Betty and marry me.

He went out of his way to cater to my preferences, fulfilling everything I asked for.

In the subsequent days, he accompanied me through emotional breakdowns to slowly accepting reality.

During the day, sometimes he would hold my hand as we sat in the yard basking in the sun.

Sometimes he would grip my hand, tracing simple shapes.

He was extremely patient, even if I kept making mistakes, he would gently reassure, "It's okay, take your time."

At night, he would cuddle me, telling bedtime stories to lull me to sleep.

When I needed to go to the restroom, he always woke up quickly.

He would guide me in, help me sit, then quietly leave and close the door.

Whenever I asked if he had contacted Betty, he would answer without hesitation, "No, if I did, let me die."

But I could never have imagined.

It turned out the person who had been taking care of me, holding me to sleep every night, was not Brady, but Hurst.

Thinking about it, it was truly laughable.

I had been deceived by him for ten years.

If my sight hadn't recovered, who knows if I would have ever found out.

I kept my eyes open, and Hurst was tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Two hours later, he kissed my forehead, "I'm going out for a bit, behave and sleep well."

With that, he left the room.

Five minutes later, I got out of bed too.

Approaching the door, I overheard their conversation.

"Brady, when exactly are you coming back to her? Della has been acting very strange these past few days!"

Brady's voice was impatient, "One more month until the ten-year promise. I promised, so I have to see it through. If not, Betty will cause a fuss and it'll be hard to handle!"

Hurst's breath caught in anger, his brow furrowing deeply. "Della lost her sight saving you. Is this how you repay her? Aren't you afraid she'll find out?"

Brady assured him, "Della can't see, she won't find out. Just hold on for another month, I promise I'll come back to take care of her."

Hurst pressed his lips together in silence, finally speaking with complex emotions, "Aren't you afraid I'll fall in love with Della?"

A loud slap turned Hurst's face to the side.

Brady narrowed his eyes in warning, "Your marriage is fake. Don't entertain thoughts you shouldn't have!"

Hurst's chest heaved with fury, his eyes filled with anger.

Meanwhile, I stood in the shadows, unable to suppress a cold laugh.

So even the marriage certificate was fake.

Brady had me under his control, confident that even if I knew the truth, I would obediently comply.

Well, I made sure he didn't get his way.

Brady used a fake marriage to deceive me. Then why couldn't I go with Hurst to get a real marriage certificate?