The Blind Billionaire's Fatal Deception
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When I caught my blind husband in bed with his nurse, he claimed he thought she was me. I swallowed my pain—until I caught him perfectly reading a text. For six months, Julian faked his blindness to steal my family’s company and plot to take my unborn child. Instead of crying, I calmly signed the divorce papers and walked away. Now, his empire is crumbling, and the wife he discarded has returned to destroy him.
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Chapter 1
The rain pounded relentlessly against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Vance estate, but inside, Clara Sterling’s heart felt lighter than it had in months. She balanced a heavy, velvet-lined box in one hand and her dripping umbrella in the other. Inside the box was the completed prototype for Vance Innovations’ newest haptic-feedback neural interface—a project Clara had spent the last eight months ghost-designing in secret so her husband, Julian Vance, could present it to the board as his own triumph. It was their third anniversary. Clara had left the lab three hours early, desperate to surprise him. "Julian?" Clara called out, her voice echoing through the cavernous marble foyer. "I’m home early! I brought the—"She stopped. The house was eerily silent, save for the low, rhythmic thrum of the storm outside. The lights in the main hallway were completely switched off. That wasn’t unusual; Julian had been completely blind for two years following a horrific car accident. He didn’t need the lights. But Clara usually left the ambient sconces on for the staff."Hello? Mrs. Vance?" a voice fluttered from the shadows. Clara frowned. It was Sylvia Croft, Julian’s live-in nurse. Sylvia had been hired a year ago to assist with Julian’s physical therapy and daily navigation. "Sylvia, why is it so dark in here?" Clara asked, setting her umbrella in the brass stand. "Where is Julian?"There was no immediate answer, only a faint rustling sound from the direction of the sunken living room, followed by a sharp intake of breath. Clara’s pulse skipped. "Julian? Are you hurt?"Leaving the velvet box on the console table, Clara hurried down the hallway, her heels clicking rapidly against the hardwood. She turned the corner into the living room and froze. The breath was knocked entirely from her lungs.Illuminated by the sporadic flashes of lightning from the storm outside, two figures were tangled together on the plush velvet sofa. Julian’s hands were buried in Sylvia’s blonde hair. Sylvia was straddling his lap, her uniform unbuttoned down to her lace bra, her mouth locked fiercely against his. "Julian!" Clara screamed, the sound tearing from her throat like shattered glass. The two figures ripped apart. Sylvia scrambled backward, falling off the sofa and hitting the rug with a heavy thud. She let out a high-pitched, theatrical gasp, frantically pulling the edges of her uniform together. Julian sprang to his feet, but his movements were chaotic. He kicked the coffee table, crying out in pain, and immediately threw his hands out in front of him, grasping at empty air. His white cane, leaning against the armrest, clattered loudly to the floor. "Clara?" Julian yelled, his voice cracking with sheer panic. He turned his head frantically, his unfocused, milky-blue contact lenses staring blindly at the wall three feet to Clara's left. "Clara, is that you? Where are you?"
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