Part 2After She Took My Eyes, I Sent Her and Her Childhood Sweetheart to Jail

Brad declared loudly in front of the guests, "I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes. I will marry you and make you happy." Amidst the cheers of the crowd, they actually embraced.

Brad was an orphan, two years younger than Seraphina. When they met, Seraphina's family treated him very well, practically raising him as a son. My father-in-law always said I was inferior to Brad, and his daughter marrying me was bad luck.

But Seraphina always stopped him from expressing dissatisfaction with me, then she'd try to persuade me, "My dad treats Brad like a son. Don't take it to heart. You're the one I love. I only see Brad as a little brother."

However, every time something involved Brad, Seraphina always prioritized him. When we first got married, I also thought their bond was like siblings. But over time, I discovered their feelings had long surpassed that of mere siblings. Still, because I loved Seraphina, I kept hoping for one last chance to salvage our marriage.

But I never imagined that in a life-or-death situation, Seraphina would abandon me, actually donating my cornea to Brad. Such a marriage was better off without.

I stepped back, quietly leaving the celebration banquet at the hotel. I went to the hospital. As Seraphina's husband, the doctors there had seen me before. I easily found the ophthalmologist who had performed our surgeries.

The doctor looked at me with a sigh: "I never imagined that you two, as a couple, would go this far for Brad."

"You're also a marksman; your eye wasn't injured at all. Donating a cornea to Brad was completely unnecessary. Actually, his eye could have recovered in a year or two."

"But Dr. Thorne said Brad needed to participate in the competition and couldn't wait that long. And since you were in a coma, as your wife, she had the right to sign the donation papers on your behalf."

My hand trembled, my heart sinking to rock bottom. I gritted my teeth and asked, "So, Seraphina signed the donation papers for me while I was in a coma, and donated my cornea?"

The doctor nodded: "Yes. This normally requires your personal consent, but Dr. Thorne said you had woken up once, and she asked you. She claimed you strongly insisted on it yourself."

"You supposedly said your performance wasn't as good as Brad's and you were willing to donate your cornea to him so he could win good scores for the team."

"She was your wife; with her strong insistence, we couldn't do anything."

"What, are you regretting it now?"

I couldn't utter another word.

Ha, I strongly insisted? She took advantage of my coma, spun a web of lies to deceive everyone, and transplanted my cornea to Brad. I sat by the roadside near the hospital, my left eye throbbing faintly.

My phone rang. This special ringtone was exclusively for Seraphina's calls.

"Honey, where are you? Brad's celebration banquet is almost over, and you're not here yet."

"Remember that watch I mentioned Brad liked? Make sure to buy it as a gift for him. You know, he's famous now, he needs some nice accessories."

"That watch really suits his style. Remember to buy it before you come, and while you're at it, settle the bill for our room."

Ha. I didn't attend the celebration, and she didn't ask if I was okay. She just demanded I buy a gift and pay the bill. That watch cost over half a million. Seraphina had seen it and declared it for Brad. In the past, I would have just bought it, following Seraphina's words. But now, I wouldn't pay another penny for them.

I said coldly, "I can't make it; something came up. You two pay for it yourselves."

Seraphina paused, then immediately erupted, "You're not coming? Who's going to pay if you don't? Today's celebration, the best wines were used, and all the seafood was flown in fresh. You absolutely have to pay this hundred-thousand-dollar bill."