Love Disappears Before Blindness

It was already ten at night.

After reheating the food on the table three times, her husband, Chris Spencer, finally walked in.

Amelia Tudor stepped up, helped him with his slippers, and took his briefcase, her movements smooth and practiced.

Chris sneered, "Spent two billion dollars to get a servant. Totally worth it."

His deep, raspy voice dripped with sarcasm.

Amelia froze, feeling wronged but unable to argue because, well, he was telling the truth.

Three years ago, her mom had promised. "At the wedding, our Tudor family will gift you a five hundred million dollar property, and you just need to provide two billion dollars for my daughter. This way, both families keep their dignity."

But later, her mom not only didn't give Chris any gift but also swindled the two billion dollars from the Spencer family.

There was even a seventy-year-old man causing a scene at the wedding, waving a contract where her mom had basically sold her daughter, trying to steal the bride away.

The daughter of the Tudor family marrying two men at once turned the Spencer family into the city's laughingstock. Their reputation was trashed, and the Spencer Group's market value tanked by billions.

"Since the Tudor family dared to deceive me, from now on, you have to endure everything I put you through." That's what Chris had told her at the wedding.

Then Chris stormed out, leaving her to finish the ceremony alone, surrounded by disdainful and mocking gazes. On the wedding night, she stayed alone in an empty room, sleepless.

For three long years, Chris never showed her a of kindness; even touching her seemed as repulsive to him as catching a disease.

He said she was a servant, but she was worse than a servant; anyone could look down on her. Every day was torture.

Chris was already seated at the dining table.

Amelia went to the kitchen to serve a bowl of soup, trying hard to sound casual. "Chris, is there someone you like?"

Chris asked, "What do you mean?"

Amelia said, "If you do, I can step aside..."

This way, it would make him happy and free herself.

Before Chris could answer, Amelia suddenly felt her vision go black.

The fear of plunging into darkness made her instinctively grab for something. Her hands flailed, knocking over several bowls and plates.

Chris snapped, "Amelia! Are you out of your mind?"

In the chaos, something fell out of Amelia's pocket and hit the floor.

It was a small, light blue pill. When Chris picked it up and saw it was an illegal aphrodisiac, he sneered. "Using such a lowly trick, how desperate are you?"

She hesitated. "I..." She wanted to explain that her mom had forced the pill on her.

Chris, convinced Amelia had bad intentions, coldly cut her off, "Even if you stripped naked, I wouldn't sleep with you! Stop dreaming!"

Amelia clutched the table and squeezed her eyes shut. When she reopened them, she could barely make out the blurred figure of Chris storming away in anger.

She knew her condition had worsened.

More than half a month ago, the doctor had told her, "Miss Tudor, based on the test results, your current vision loss is due to central retinal vein occlusion. If it progresses, you will go completely blind."

Maybe because of her declining vision, Amelia's hearing had become much more sensitive. She heard the sound of running water from the bathroom; Chris was taking a shower. She also heard a notification sound from the entrance.

Amelia worried it might be something urgent for Chris's work. Luckily, her vision gradually cleared. She took the phone out of the briefcase and walked to the bathroom, knocking politely on the door. "Are you finished? Someone sent you a message."

Chris asked, "Who?"

Amelia replied, "It's... Leila Ross."

Leila was Chris's ex-girlfriend.

This morning, all the major news outlets were buzzing about an interview with the popular singer Leila. Facing a series of questions from reporters, Leila had said, "I'm returning to the country not just to shift my career focus but for something more important—to win back my first love."

Was Chris the first love Leila was talking about? Just as she was pondering this, Chris suddenly opened the door and walked out of the bathroom, snatching the phone from her hand without a word.

Amelia gathered her courage and followed him, cautiously asking, "Do you still have feelings for Leila?"

He shot back, "Who allowed you to look at my phone?"

Chris didn't answer her question, just gave her a cold, warning look before heading straight to the dressing room.

When he came out again, he was dressed in a gray suit that softened his stern and mature appearance, giving him a more rebellious and daring vibe. With his clean, short hair and handsome face, he was sure to turn heads.

Amelia was stunned. Was he going to see Leila?

"Are you coming back..."

Her unfinished question was drowned out by the heavy sound of the door closing.

For a moment, she felt quite sad and ridiculous.

She was just the nominal Mrs. Spencer. She had no right to ask about his whereabouts.

That night, Amelia lay restless in bed, her mind replaying the scenes from the hospital earlier that day.

After the pregnancy check, her mother Nina Smith had dragged her out of the hospital. She hadn't even steadied herself when the pregnancy report was thrown in her face.

Nina snarled, "You've been married into the Spencer family for years, but you can't even get pregnant. If Chris kicks you out, what can our Tudor family rely on?"

Nina's harsh and loud reprimand attracted the attention of many onlookers.

Amelia lowered her eyes in shame. In three years of marriage, Chris hadn't even hugged her, so how could she possibly have a child?

"Mom, I..."

"Shut up!" Nina coldly snapped.

Nina forcefully shoved a pill into Amelia's palm, saying irritably, "This is an aphrodisiac. Find a way to get Chris to take it and seduce him! Or simply find a woman who can easily get pregnant for him! As long as the woman can give birth to Chris's child, it's fine!"

After Nina left, Amelia stood alone in the cold wind for a long time, holding back her bitterness.

Her sharp words seemed to echo in her ears again. Nina was her biological mother, but she only saw her as a tool for exchanging benefits. Just like when Nina forced her to marry into the Spencer family, and the next day she sold her to a seventy-year-old man for fifty million dollars.

Nina was currently urging her to conceive, even going so far as to suggest that she procure another woman for her husband, all in the pursuit of financial gain.

Amelia couldn't refuse, nor did she have a choice.

Suddenly, the urgent ringing of her phone broke the silence of the night.

Amelia took out her phone. It was a string of unfamiliar number.

When she answered, a sweet female voice came through the receiver. "Is this Amelia? Chris is a bit drunk. Can you come and pick him up?"