Chapter 2

Sitting in the back of the cab, I pulled up Instagram.

Right on cue, Eliana had already posted a nine-photo carousel of selfies.

Caption: *[Single again, got my sight back, life has never been better!]*

In the pictures, she posed shameless in front of a mirror, showing off her toned abs and razor-sharp jawline.

There was even a close-up of her freshly healed eyes—dewy, deep, and dripping with flirtatious charm.

The comment section blew up instantly.

*OMG! The queen is back! How long has it been since your last post?!*

*That body is insane! Five years off the grid and you look even hotter?!*

*Wait, seriously? You can see again? AND you got divorced? How did you hit the jackpot twice?!*

Eliana replied to every single comment, her tone dripping with smug vanity.

*Yep, surgery was a total success. Finally dumped the dead weight. Freedom feels amazing.*

*Free tonight, anyone down for drinks?*

*Five years is a long time. I know you all missed me. Who's throwing me a welcome-back bash?*

I let out a cold laugh and locked my phone.

She seemed to have completely forgotten how she maintained that body in the first place.

Five years ago, when she first lost her sight, she was a depressed, miserable wreck. If she wasn't rotting in bed, she was trashing the house in violent tantrums.

Even the doctors warned that if she kept it up, her physical health would deteriorate beyond repair, even if her eyes ever healed.

So, I spent five years coddling her, babying her, dragging her to private gym sessions, and hiring top-tier physical therapists.

I hired the best nutritionists and even personally gave her daily massages to keep her muscles from atrophying.

Back then, she’d whine, "I'm blind! What's the point of staying in shape? Who am I supposed to look good for?"

I would stroke her hair gently and murmur, "For me, of course."

She only sneered, assuming I was just spitting sweet nothings to comfort her. She never took it seriously.

What she didn't know was that I genuinely was a fan of her face and body.

I didn't marry her out of some undying, self-sacrificing love. I married her purely for her physical shell.

Blind, deaf, mute—it didn't matter. As long as her body was functional, I was satisfied.

Naturally, I made sure her stamina and physique were kept in peak condition.

I had zero interest in sleeping with a withered, bedridden woman.