Chapter 1Faking Blindness

After my arranged-marriage husband went blind, I started walking around the house in my lingerie. Sometimes, nothing at all.

He would just sit there on the sofa, a picture of calm silence. But the tips of his ears would always turn pink, and sometimes, he'd get a random nosebleed.

Then one day, I heard his thoughts.

【Should I tell my wife I can actually see again?】

【God, her waist looks so damn soft.】

【I wonder what it would feel like to hold…】

【Her legs are so long.】

【I wonder what they'd feel like wrapped around my shoulders…】

"Stop it!" I lunged forward and clamped my hand over his mouth.

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I stumbled home from the club, exhausted in body and soul. My father was sitting on the sofa, arms crossed, with a serene smile on his face. "I have some wonderful news."

"What?"

"The company's bankrupt."

I stared at him. "…Dad, has the grief driven you insane?"

"Don't be silly. I'm saying it's a blessing in disguise."

"What kind of blessing?" I had a very bad feeling about this.

"The Thorne family wants to arrange a marriage."

The Thornes? They only had one son. Adrian Thorne. But he'd been in a car accident a few months ago. He was blind.

I was supposed to marry a blind man?

No way. I wasn't done living my life yet.

"So you're selling your daughter?" I looked at him like he was the enemy. "Dad, I'm a mess. I cheat, I'm fickle, I'll bring shame to their family and they'll break my legs. Besides, Adrian Thorne is blind—"

"How dare you speak about your future husband that way?" my father roared.

Three days later, I was practically shoved into the wedding car.

At the ceremony, the officiant asked, "Mr. Adrian Thorne, do you take Miss Gigi Carter to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

The man before me was devastatingly handsome, with deep-set eyes and a cool, distant air. The perfectly tailored black suit made him look like a star from a classic movie.

"I do," he said, his voice flat and cold.

Ugh. Jerk. Ice block. You'll never have me! Who cares if you're handsome?

The officiant turned to me. "And do you, Miss Gigi Carter, take Mr. Adrian Thorne to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I DO NOT!" I screamed. "I DON'T, I DON'T, I—mmph!"

A bodyguard standing behind me clamped a hand over my mouth.

The officiant didn't miss a beat, maintaining his professional smile. "Excellent. It seems the couple is in perfect agreement."