He Took My Eyes for Another Woman

The man who had me dragged here was once the same husband who kissed the flecks of paint off my fingers and swore I was his inspiration. I trusted him with my life.

Now I know the truth—he didn’t just betray me. He stole my eyes and handed them to Seraphine, the woman pregnant with his child.

“Sir… are you really planning to transplant Mrs. Whitmore’s corneas into that patient?” someone asked hesitantly.

“She gave me a daughter,” Julian replied, his tone eerily even. “She lost her vision because of it. I’m giving it back to her. What belongs to me, I protect.”