After I went blind, my husband started sneaking out every night to fool around. Afraid I'd find out, he asked his best friend to come over and "take care" of me. Unaware of the switch, I treated his best friend just like my husband, doting on him. Until one day, I caught my husband and his friend swapping shifts. His friend asked, "Liam, aren't you worried your wife will find out you're keeping a mistress on the side?" My husband replied dismissively, "She can't see anything anyway. Just don't make a sound, and you'll be fine." No wonder last night, when I praised him for his stamina, he didn't say a word. It turned out it was a completely different person. I sighed and continued pretending to be blind. Later on, my husband discovered my affair with his best friend. He couldn't bear to blame me, so he just chased his friend around, trying to beat him up. I sat there eating snacks, listening to them brawl. After all, I'm just a blind woman. If I cheated, it was obviously because I was forced into it. 1 The moment Carter walked through the door, I planted a kiss right on his cheek, right in front of Liam. Liam was so terrified he didn't dare make a sound. I then slipped my hand under Carter's shirt, trailing from left to right, top to bottom, feeling every inch of his abs. Liam's face turned completely dark, but he had to endure it silently. After feeling his abs, I wasn't quite satisfied, so I reached toward Carter's waistband. Liam panicked and frantically signaled Carter with his eyes, gesturing for him to push me away. Carter's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he gently pulled my hand out. I sat on the couch, looking disappointed, and threw a tantrum. "You're my husband! Why won't you let me touch you?" "The internet was right. When a man hits twenty-five, he might as well be sixty-five." Carter stood to the side, trying his hardest not to laugh, while Liam crouched on the floor, trying to coax me. "Honey, can we just take it easy for a bit? I haven't been feeling well lately. I'm afraid I won't perform well and you'll be disappointed." Sneaking out every night to cheat on me—no wonder he's drained. It'd be a miracle if he could perform well. I kicked him lightly. "Help me back to the bedroom. I want to sleep." Liam pulled back the covers and helped me sit on the edge of the bed. After I lay down, he patted my back to soothe me to sleep. He didn't even pat me for two minutes before pulling out his phone to text his mistress. The mistress sent him a selfie—the kind featuring lingerie that would make even a woman blush, let alone Liam. The blood rushed to his head, and he immediately sat up. He reached out and pinched my cheek a few times to confirm I was asleep. Then, he got dressed, got out of bed, and left the bedroom. His best friend, Carter, was in the living room drinking water. I quietly leaned against the door to eavesdrop. Liam asked Carter, "Has your sister-in-law been this clingy the past few days?" Carter shook his head. "No. As soon as you leave, she goes to sleep. I usually just sit in the living room and work. If she's thirsty, I get her water. If she gets up to use the bathroom, I help her." Liam nodded. "Don't get too absorbed in your work. Keep an eye on her so she doesn't fall." Carter asked, "Are you still going to see her? It's been so long, aren't you bored yet?" "Of course not." "You have no idea how seductive Chloe is. She's so uninhibited and bold. I worshipped her like a goddess in college and never even dared to look at her. I never expected that after I got married, she'd throw herself at me." "Don't worry, I'm just playing around. Once your sister-in-law's eyes heal, I'll break it off with her." Carter sounded incredibly reliable. "Then you should come back a bit earlier. I'm worried she'll wake up in the morning looking for you." Liam trusted him implicitly. "Bro, take my advice and get a girlfriend soon. Being celibate for too long is bad for your health." 2 The second Liam left, Carter climbed into my bed. He woke me up with a kiss and then hurriedly started pulling off my clothes. I let out a cold snort, sat up, and slapped his hand away. "Just a minute ago you wouldn't let me touch you, and now you're throwing yourself at me? Cheapskate. Roll over." He froze for a few seconds, and what followed was a much more ferocious, predatory assault. The normally serious Carter turned into a completely different person in bed, leaving me wanting more... Liam always said he'd never dated before and would stutter just talking to a girl. But in bed, his tongue was incredibly agile. This contrast was intoxicating to anyone. After an exhausting night, I woke up the next morning to find Carter already gone. He had helped me shower, changed my clothes, and even swapped the bedsheets for fresh ones. His attention to detail was terrifying; he had bought the exact same bedsheets. As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, I bumped into Liam, who had just returned home. His dark circles were prominent—it looked like he hadn't slept all night. He placed breakfast on the table for me, then went to the bathroom to get a hot towel to wipe my face. "Honey, let me wash your face, then I'll feed you." We'd been married for three years, and Liam had always been this attentive. Back in the day, I went through boyfriends like tissues. I'd date someone for a few days, get bored, and break up. I once even dated an entire frat house of handsome guys, one by one, until they all ended up causing a massive scene in front of my dad. My dad, terrified I was completely out of control, arranged a blind date for me with Liam the second I graduated. He happened to be my type, so I married him. Over the years, I played the part of the obedient, sweet wife, coaxing him into waiting on me hand and foot. I thought he was obsessed with me, but I never expected him to cheat. Logically, since he deceived and betrayed me, I should just be the bigger person and divorce him. But I refused to accept that. Why should he get to enjoy himself while I bear the pain? He needed to suffer just as much as I was. I decided to keep pretending to be blind and play them both like fiddles. Anyway, one serves me in bed, and the other serves me in daily life. Either way, I'm not losing out. Whenever I get bored of playing this game, I'll just bring up the past and divorce him then. 3 After breakfast, Liam was washing dishes, and I sat at the dining table waiting for him. His phone rang. The caller ID said 'Chloe.' I conveniently picked it up. The woman on the other end spoke in a cloying, seductive voice. "Liam, babe, today is my birthday. You promised to buy me a Chanel bag. You can't break your promise! I have a surprise prepared for you tonight." I'm a polite person, so after taking the call, I immediately passed on the message. I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Honey, your sister called! She said it's her birthday tonight and she wants you to buy her a Chanel bag." Liam didn't have a sister. He turned off the water, rushed over in a panic, snatched the phone back, and yelled at Chloe, "Who told you to call me? You have no manners!" Hanging up, he explained, "That's Carter's new girlfriend. She's young and doesn't know any better, always demanding gifts for her birthday." Since my eyes went "blind," I hadn't left the house in a long time. I told Liam to take me along. He was feeling guilty and didn't dare refuse me. After thinking about it, he agreed. Liam held my hand as we walked into the private room. Even though Chloe was the only one in the room, he acted as if it were packed, shouting loudly, "Everyone, make way! My wife's eyes aren't good, don't trip her." After helping me sit down, he said he had to use the restroom, told me to wait patiently, and then went to coax Chloe. Chloe was throwing a tantrum because I was there; she even threw the gift Liam bought her on the floor. The music in the room was too loud, and her little mouth was moving rapidly—I couldn't hear what she was cursing about, but she was clearly pissed. After a while, she stopped cursing because Liam pinned her against the wall and silenced her with a kiss. After making out, the two of them left the room. Right then, someone sat down next to me. It was Carter, arriving late to help Liam cover his tracks. I rested my head on his shoulder, my voice shy. "Honey, I'm hungry." Carter used a toothpick to pick up a piece of orange and brought it to my mouth. I took a bite and spat it out. "I don't want to eat this. I want to eat something else." Once you've slept with someone, things are different. He instantly understood. He started kissing my neck. Within moments, my face was flushed, and my breathing grew heavy. Just as Liam returned, Carter stopped precisely on time and stood up. I was incredibly frustrated by being teased and left hanging. I shot him a resentful glare. Liam, seeing my flushed face, thought I was lacking oxygen and asked if I wanted to go for a walk outside. I agreed, complaining that the room was too hot. Liam took me to a nearby food street to buy ice cream to cool down. Before eating, I deliberately wiped off my lipstick. After finishing the ice cream, Liam brought me back. The moment I walked in the door, Chloe tripped me. Thankfully, Carter caught me. "Careful, Chloe." I was angry at him for being a coward—teasing me and then not letting me enjoy it. I smiled, distant and polite. "Thank you, Carter." After he let go of me, his gaze fixed coldly on my lips. A layer of frost covered his eyes, and his brow furrowed imperceptibly. 4 Perhaps to keep up the lie, Liam called a few other people over to celebrate Chloe's birthday. Someone suggested playing a game. Everyone who came knew Chloe was Liam's mistress. To cover for Liam, they all pretended not to know, and the way they looked at me was full of pity. I played dumb and asked Chloe how she and Carter got together. Chloe, glancing between Carter and Liam, said affectionately, "We went to college together. I had a boyfriend back then and didn't know he had a crush on me. We ran into each other three months ago, had a few drinks, and one thing led to another." What a coincidence. It just so happened that they got together right after I was in a car accident and supposedly lost my sight. Liam lost the game. He had to spin a bottle on the table, and whoever it pointed to, he had to kiss. Everyone told him to skip the spin and just kiss me. But Carter, sitting on the side, feigned seriousness. "Since we're playing, we have to follow the rules. We're all friends here; a little peck on Chloe's cheek won't matter." The bottle pointed to Chloe. They kissed—on the lips. Their friends, afraid I'd get angry, didn't say a word, just claiming he kissed her on the cheek as a token gesture. Then it was my turn to play. I controlled the force perfectly, and the bottle pointed straight at Carter. Everyone at the table stared at each other, waiting for the drama to unfold. Liam spoke up. "Let's skip this round. Spin again." Someone looking for drama protested. "Why? Carter just said we have to follow the rules. So what if you're married? If you're going to play, you have to be able to afford to lose." Someone else tried to smooth things over. "Oh, come on. Chloe can just kiss him on the cheek, that's enough." I nodded. "Then I'll just kiss him on the forehead. A kiss on the forehead between friends isn't going too far." When Carter leaned in, I went straight for his lips. After kissing him, I looked shy. "I'm sorry, I can't see clearly. Did I kiss the wrong place?" The room erupted in laughter. Carter secretly smirked, but a second later, his expression returned to a look of bewildered innocence, as if nothing had happened. Flustered and confused. It was Liam who suddenly lost his temper. "I told you to skip it, but you insisted on playing. You guys are so tasteless. My wife was wronged, she's going to cry when we get home." Liam grabbed my hand, intent on taking me home. After helping me into the passenger seat and buckling my seatbelt, he patted my head. "Honey, don't be mad. They were just teasing you. I won't hang out with them anymore." I smiled understandingly. "It's fine, as long as Carter and his girlfriend aren't angry." 5 Liam had promised to drive me home, but the person in the driver's seat was his best friend, Carter. And Liam was fooling around with Chloe in the backseat. As soon as the car music started playing, the two of them were kissing and groping, practically ready to get a room right there. I had been playing around behind his back, but he dared to do it right in front of me. I was so angry I clenched my fists. But after thinking of a wicked idea, I smirked. When we arrived home, it was Carter who helped me out of the car. We had barely taken two steps before the people in the car couldn't hold back anymore. Liam was desperate, but Carter was equally eager. As soon as we stepped into the elevator, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me forcefully. I bit his lip until it bled, but he refused to let go. We kissed all the way from the elevator to the bed. It took a lot of energy, and Carter had a habit of drinking water halfway through. While he wasn't looking, I slipped a sleeping pill into his glass. Carter usually woke up at six, but because of the pill, he slept until eight. And eight o'clock happened to be the exact time Liam came home. When Liam opened the bedroom door, I was naked, tangled in Carter's arms, whimpering "honey." Liam's eyes widened in fury, looking like he wanted to commit murder. Afraid of startling me, he waited until Carter woke up before grabbing him by the throat and dragging him out. The two of them were fighting intensely outside. I pretended not to know and rested my eyes. Knowing they were beating the crap out of each other made me feel incredibly satisfied. I slipped on Carter's dress shirt and went out to fan the flames. "Honey, why didn't you bathe me today? I feel all sticky and uncomfortable." Liam was stunned to see me wearing an oversized, sheer men's shirt. Afraid Carter would look, he immediately wrapped his own jacket around me. "Honey, why aren't you wearing your own clothes?" I lowered my head shyly and whined softly, "You tore my dress, and I can't see to get a new one from the closet. I had to wear your shirt to make do." "If I had known you were in such a rush, I wouldn't have worn it. That dress was so expensive, my heart aches." He caressed my cheek with immense tenderness. "Don't be sad. If it's ruined, it's ruined. Your husband will buy you a new one." Carter was trained in martial arts; Liam was no match for him. In the few minutes I was resting my eyes, he had already been beaten black and blue. Knowing his best friend had slept with his wife was a humiliation no man could swallow. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, ready for round two. Afraid I would hear the commotion, Liam turned on the TV and put on a boxing match. I opened a bag of chips, eating while I watched them fight. Carter let himself get pinned to the floor and hit a few times, then suddenly flipped Liam over, grabbing his collar and smashing him into the coffee table. The whole sequence was smooth and incredibly cool. If he hadn't been fighting to uphold a blind woman's honor, I would have clapped for him. Once I finished my chips, I turned off the TV. Liam lay on the floor, gasping for air. Carter stood up, walked over to me, pinched my chin, and a cryptic smile flashed in his eyes. "Are you happy now, sis?" I blinked, pretending not to understand. "Carter, you're here. Where's Liam? Where did he go?" 6 Liam lay sprawled on the floor, letting out a powerless roar. "Carter, stay away from her! Don't touch her!" Carter ignored him, cast a cold glance in his direction, and left. Liam dragged himself up from the floor. After cleaning up the battlefield, he sat across from me and asked, his heart aching, "Honey, after you lost your sight, when did we first... sleep together?" I played dumb. "Haven't we been sleeping together every day?" Liam usually coaxed me to sleep before leaving, pretending to go out and buy breakfast the next morning. He said, frustrated, "I mean sleeping together, doing husband and wife things." I pretended to think about it and said earnestly, "The third day, I think. You suddenly pulled me into your arms and wanted to take my clothes off. I was too tired and didn't really want to cooperate. You got mad and even tied my hands and feet. You were so fierce that day, honey. I was really scared." Actually, that day, I realized no one was beside me in bed. I went out to find someone and bumped into Carter, who was working. Having been deprived for so long, the itch was unbearable, so I just went for it. He had some restraint, but not much. After holding back for a few minutes, he carried me to bed. Of course, I couldn't say that. Carter was a skilled fighter and incredibly cunning. Liam would definitely come off worse if he tried to mess with him. This was my indirect way of punishing Liam. Liam asked again, "And every day after that, did we... do that?" My face flushed red. "Yeah, we've been so sweet lately. If it weren't for my eyes not being healed, I would have wanted a baby." Liam was filled with intense regret, practically beating his chest. "Honey, it's all my fault. I'll protect you properly from now on." Having swallowed this bitter pill, Liam stopped sneaking out with Chloe and stayed home to guard me every day. He treated me even better than before. I enjoyed this guilt-driven compensation, making him take me to the mall and spending nearly a million dollars. The only downside was that he kept pestering me, wanting to sleep with me. But he had cheated. I found him disgusting and didn't want to sleep with him. He was paranoid about another man having been in our bed, so he dragged me to the couch. I cooperated with his kisses, but as we kissed, I reached down to feel his abs—and found he didn't have any. I immediately pushed him away. "Who are you? You're not my husband! My husband has a great body, a real six-pack. There's no way a scrawny guy like you is him!" He tried to explain, but I didn't give him a chance, firing off words like a machine gun. "Let me tell you, don't think you can trick me just because I can't see! I love my husband very much, and I would never do anything to betray him!" "If you dare force me, I'll kill myself right in front of you!" Saying that, I reached for a knife. Liam had just peeled an apple for me, and the knife was on the coffee table. I grabbed it instantly. I gripped the handle and pointed the blade at him. "Get out of here right now! If you don't leave, I'm going to scream!" Liam, thinking I was having a trauma response, was pulling his hair out in absolute agony. Just then, my phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID—it was Carter—and answered. "Carter, I don't know where Liam went, and suddenly a stranger is in the house! He was trying to kiss and hug me, I'm so scared. Can you come over and help me?!" Carter honked his car horn wildly. "Sis, don't be scared, I'll be right there." When Carter burst in, sweating profusely, and saw the standoff between Liam and me, he carefully took the knife from my hand and pulled me into his arms. "You scared me to death! I thought something happened to you." I ignored him and kept acting. "Honey, is that you? The guy earlier didn't have any abs. The moment I touched him, I knew it wasn't you." He took my hand and placed it on his chest. Is this really the time for flirting? Afraid I'd blow my cover if I kept acting, I shyly pushed him away, saying I had been holding it in for too long and needed to use the bathroom. As soon as I left, Liam started interrogating him. "Carter, you fucked my wife, and you're still hovering around?!" Carter crossed his legs and raised an eyebrow. "Well, my sister-in-law can't live without me now. We have no choice but to live together." "How about this: during the day, you cook for her and keep her company. At night, I'll sleep with her. You can go wherever you want, or you can stay here." Honestly, I thought his suggestion was pretty good. Unfortunately, Liam wasn't having it. "In your dreams! That's my wife, why should I let you sleep with her?!" "Liam, why are you looking at it that way? We both get to sleep with her, but she doesn't want to sleep with you. She wants to sleep with me." "If you don't agree to the three of us living together, I'll go confess everything to Chloe. I'll tell her that while you were sneaking out every night to see a mistress, the person sleeping with her was me." Liam refused. "No way. If she finds out I cheated, she'll definitely divorce me." Carter laughed. "What are you afraid of? She cheated too! When the time comes, you two can just have a chat and forgive each other." "How could that work? She was tricked into cheating by you, it's not her fault." "Bro, I've been sleeping with Chloe for almost three months. Do you really think she doesn't know anything?" Liam's voice spiked. "Your sister-in-law is so innocent! If you speak too loudly, you'll scare her to tears! If she knew the person sleeping with her wasn't me, she would have refused immediately! There's no way she'd fool around with you for this long!" Carter sneered. "Innocent? Liam, I think you're just stupid, which is why she's got you wrapped around her little finger."
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