Page 133 of Wrong Marriage. Right Groom
“Yes,” I whispered.
“After what I went through with my father and his clients, I couldn’t live with the memories. Every face I saw became him. Every moment felt like I was still trapped there. I couldn’t breathe inside my own mind anymore.”
My voice wavered. “I started thinking of death as the only escape. And when I couldn’t find peace in light... I chose darkness, hoping it would finally end the pain.”
My hands trembled faintly against him.
Rafael was silent for a long time.
When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously quiet.
“I will find that surgeon.”
A sharp breath broke from me.
“No—” I moved instinctively. “He didn’t do anything wrong. I paid him. He only carried out my request. Don’t punish him for me.”
Rafael’s hand tightened gently at my waist.
“No one has the right to do that to you—not even with your consent. It’s illegal here.”
His tone remained steady, almost controlled to the point of danger. “They should have offered you help. Therapy. Alternatives. Anything but removing your sight.”
His gaze hardened slightly. “You don’t need to tell me his name. If it happened in Barcelona, I will find him.”
A cold ripple moved through my chest.
“Rafael—”
But he was already guiding me forward.
I hated how easily my body followed.
How quickly I adjusted to him leading.
The mansion stretched around us in silence, its vastness broken only by the soft echo of our footsteps against marble and the faint hum of distant security systems.
The door opened, and we stepped inside.
“We are now in your room,” he said quietly. “I’ve noticed you only come out for three things—food, Tess, and work. That’s all. It’s becoming repetitive.”
I exhaled quietly, turning my face toward the direction I thought he stood. “What else is there for a blind woman to do?”
The bitterness slipped out before I could stop it.
“We could eat together,” he said.
I blinked, uncertain I had heard correctly.
“Breakfast,” he continued. “Every morning. Like a couple.”
The word landed strangely.
Couple.
As if it belonged anywhere near us.
“As for the evenings,” he added, “we could play games.”
