When I Went Blind, My Regretful Husband Wanted Me Back

I found myself locked in the darkroom once again. The oppressive blackness surrounded me; the only sound was my labored groans of pain.

Clutching my aching abdomen, I weakly pounded on the door, desperation bleeding into my voice. “Aunt Nori, open the door. I’m bleeding heavily. I need to go to the hospital.”

But from outside came Riley Griffin's same mocking tone. “There are sanitary pads in the room. Handle it yourself, and stop whining. You’re disturbing my drama.”

“Riley, I want to see Vernon.”