Chapter 1My daughter was born blind in her right eye. I always felt sorry for her. Later, I realized that it was all my husband's plot.

I used to think I was the luckiest person in the world.

Even though I have breast cancer, and my daughter was born blind in her right eye.

But fortunately, I have a gentle doctor husband who never gave up on me.

On the day of my surgery to remove one of my breasts due to worsening cancer, I accidentally overheard a conversation with my husband, Declan.

"What if your wife finds out she isn't sick at all, and you were just deceiving her to make Celeste happy? What would she do?"

"What could she do? After today, she'll be left with one breast and a blind daughter. It would be too late to beg me not to leave!"

Laughter came from the consultation room.

"Her daughter wasn't blind to begin with, wasn't it you who took one of her corneas at birth to give to Celeste's daughter? Why only take one? You should have blinded both of her eyes!"

"Don't rush, this is just to see if Celeste's daughter has any rejection reaction. I'll arrange for the other eye's surgery next week."

Next week?

That will be Declan's downfall.

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If I hadn't left my patient wristband in my husband's office,

And went back to hear all of this,

I would already be on the operating table, having one of my breasts removed!

Hearing the laughter from the office, I suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

Am I just a pawn to Declan, someone he can manipulate and destroy just to please Celeste?

"Dr. Declan, your wife's surgery is about to start, aren't you going to check on her?"

Declan's assistant's voice came from inside.

"What's there to see? Even if she dies on the operating table, I wouldn't care. She's not even a complete woman anymore, just thinking about it makes me more disgusted!"

Declan replied impatiently, and I could imagine his disdainful expression behind the door.

"Sigh, aren't you going too far? Her body is perfectly fine..."

The assistant's voice sounded hesitant, perhaps battling with the last bit of conscience.

Suddenly, there was a sound of something being smashed on the ground, followed by Declan's slightly angry voice.

"Who told her to have a better figure than Celeste! It's normal for Celeste to dislike her! Besides, it's just one breast, there's still the other one!"

"And her blind daughter, too, leaving her with one cornea was already a grace! Letting her enjoy these four years of light!"

"Next week, I'll take her left cornea for Celeste's daughter!"

Listening to Declan's angry voice, the assistant dared not say another word.

I quietly left the office and went into the operating room to tell the attending physician, Gideon.

"I suddenly have an urgent matter today, can we cancel the surgery?"

Gideon actually looked relieved,

"I always said you didn't need the surgery, it's great to hear you say this..."

Gideon was my senior in university, and six months ago, he transferred to this hospital as the chief oncologist.

When he first took over my case, Gideon showed a puzzled expression.

"Maeve, which hospital diagnosed you with breast cancer? I looked at your CT report, and everything seems normal."

"It's just some mild breast nodules, caused by long-term anxiety, it'll go away when you're in a better mood."

But under Declan's influence, I was more willing to believe my own husband.

I still remember the first time Declan told me I had breast cancer, I felt like the sky was falling.

Declan held me tightly, looking at me with deep affection and said,

"Honey, we'll actively treat this, I won't leave you."

So under his guidance, I underwent chemotherapy again and again, soon after losing hair and losing weight rapidly.

I became as withered as a tree.

"Honey, the side effects of chemotherapy are quite severe, I'll stay with you through it."

Just like that, under Declan's manipulation, I was convinced I had cancer.

Even though Gideon raised objections multiple times, I only refuted him with Declan's words.

"My husband said, cancer isn't something you look at on the surface, you have to look at it in the long term!"

"I still need to watch my daughter grow up, I must eliminate any factors that could cause cancer in the future!"

I had my doubts too, why would Gideon, an ophthalmologist, know so much about oncology?

It was full of loopholes, but for love, I chose to deceive myself.

Seeing Gideon in the operating room breathe a sigh of relief, I said apologetically,

"I'm sorry, Dr. Gideon, I trusted the wrong person before."

Gideon waved his hand, looking relaxed and said,

"It's not too late now, if you underwent this surgery today, there really would be no turning back."

I looked up, staring directly at Gideon, a plan for revenge forming in my heart.

"Dr. Gideon, I want to ask you to help me put on a show."