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

Brad Brown, my wife Seraphina's childhood friend, and I were on our way to a shooting competition when we got into a car accident.

I woke up with my eyes bandaged. My wife, Dr. Seraphina Thorne, who was my attending physician, told me that my left eye was severely damaged and I was permanently blind.

Meanwhile, Brad had won the gold medal in the shooting competition. At the celebration banquet, he slurred drunkenly: "If Seraphina hadn't transplanted William Hayes's cornea to me, I would have gone blind, and I would never have stood on that podium."

Seraphina hugged him tightly: "William lost one eye; I can make it up to him for the rest of my life. I just want you to be well, standing in the spotlight, where everyone can see you."

That's when I realized my blindness wasn't an act of fate; it was a human doing.

My left eye still throbbed faintly, the wound not yet healed. The conversation in the room continued. Brad raised his glass to Seraphina: "I've known since I was a child that I was an orphan. Seraphina and I grew up together; she's always been so caring, giving me the very best of everything."

"I never imagined that at a crucial point in the competition, when my eye was injured, she would be so generous as to transplant William Hayes's cornea to me."

"Seraphina, without you, my life would have no future."

Seraphina, with tears in her eyes, drank the wine in Brad's glass and said, "Silly, who else would I help if not you?"

"I was William's attending physician. I assessed the situation at the time. If your eye hadn't received a cornea transplant then, you wouldn't have been able to compete."

"You trained so hard; how could I let your future be ruined?"

The relatives inside all exclaimed, "You two really have such a strong bond; Seraphina is incredible to Brad."

"Exactly. But William was also on his way to a competition, wasn't he? I can't believe he'd be willing to donate his cornea to Brad."

"He literally gave Brad his future."

Seraphina said disdainfully, "William's performance is far inferior to Brad's. It's better to fulfill Brad's potential. See? It proves my choice was right at the time."

Outside the door, I clenched my fists, my heart feeling empty and cold, like the dead of winter.

I remembered the pre-competition training camp. Brad, who had just gotten his driver's license, insisted on driving. I disagreed.

Seraphina said, "Don't you trust Brad? I trust him; he can do anything perfectly. If you're afraid to die, take a cab yourself. Brad, let's go."

My wife pulled Brad into the car. I had no choice but to follow and get in. To show off in front of Seraphina, Brad sped and drifted occasionally. Finally, at a bend, he collided with a container truck. I was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up, it was several days later. Seraphina, in a white lab coat, sat by my bedside. My left eye was heavily bandaged.

Before I could speak, Seraphina said tenderly, "Honey, don't rush. We were in a car accident. Both you and Brad were injured. Your left eye you're blind."

Seraphina hugged me, comforting me: "Honey, don't be scared. No matter what you become, I'll always be by your side."

At that time, although I was despondent because of my blindness, I was also comforted to have such a wonderful wife. I never imagined my blindness wasn't caused by the car accident but by human intervention.

My father-in-law's voice in the room was booming: "William is so foolish and clumsy. His shooting scores are nowhere near Brad's talent. I never approved when he pursued Seraphina. If Brad hadn't been abroad back then, I would have preferred to marry my daughter to Brad."

Seraphina said shyly, "Dad, stop it."

Brad interjected, "Uncle, if you're willing to give me a chance, I'll treat Seraphina well. Now I have the ability to make her happy. William has lost an eye; how can he take care of Seraphina?"

Seraphina cooed, "What are you saying? William and I aren't divorced yet."

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."

"If you can't come, transfer the money to me."

I chuckled, "Seraphina, my eye hurts, I'm not feeling well. Besides, it's Brad's celebration, doesn't he have a million-dollar prize? How can he not afford the bill, especially for such expensive dishes?"

Seraphina sounded exasperated on the other end of the phone: "Brad's prize money has other uses. He needs to buy a house! As his brother-in-law, what's wrong with buying a watch and treating him to dinner?"

"William, how did you become so petty?"

Brad chimed in from the background: "Seraphina, don't pressure William. He might be upset because I won the medal."

"If it's really a problem, I won't buy a house yet. I'll pay the bill first, and forget about the watch."

"I originally thought the prize money could be a down payment for that house you liked. I was going to buy it for you, I wanted to be able to give you a home from the elements."

Seraphina was moved, her voice choked: "Silly, how can I let you pay? I said I wanted to host the celebration. I'll pay. If William won't, I will."

After she finished, she spoke coldly to me on the phone: "William, you hold onto your money. Don't think everyone is like you, only caring about money."

"What do you have now besides money? Don't forget, you lost an eye, and only I'm here by your side, not disliking you."

"I thought my sincerity would be rewarded, but I never expected you to be such a narrow-minded person."

With that, she violently hung up the phone. I immediately called the bank and froze all my supplementary cards.

The reason Seraphina could consistently support Brad was that she used my supplementary cards to buy him various luxury items, shaping Brad into the image of a promising young socialite. Only outsiders didn't know that everything he wore and used, every penny, was mine.

Keep in mind that the shooting team only provided athletes with a basic monthly living allowance, which wasn't even enough for Brad to throw a lavish dinner for his teammates. Under Seraphina's indulgence, they squandered lavishly. They had long forgotten that everything they possessed was given by me.

Not even ten minutes passed before Seraphina called again: "William, what do you mean? Why did you stop my card?"

I said coldly, "I didn't stop your card. I only stopped mine. Seraphina, the supplementary card is also my card, have you forgotten?"

"Isn't your card with you? If you want to help Brad pay, use your salary card. In the few years we've been married, hasn't your salary card been untouched? Paying this hundred thousand should be easy, right?"

Seraphina shrieked: "Use my salary card? I don't have any money left! William, how did you become like this? Quibbling over a bit of money! You were injured, hospitalized for surgery, you lost an eyewho was it who stayed by your side, never abandoning you? How can you be so heartless?"

I interrupted her: "Seraphina, did my eye really go blind because of the car accident?"

Seraphina was silent on the phone, then said: "I don't know what you're talking about. Your eye was severely injured in the car accident. I tried my best to get you treatment. This current state is the best option."

"You don't be unreasonable. Unblock my card right now."

"Seraphina, there's nothing left between us. My lawyer will contact you. Let's get a divorce. I'll make way for you and Brad."

With that, I hung up the phone directly. No matter how many times she called afterward, I didn't answer. I went home, packed my bags, and moved to a hotel.

Seraphina couldn't reach me by phone, and she kept sending various messages to my cell, but I ignored them all. However, I didn't expect her to track down my follow-up appointment time from the hospital and intercept me there.

She slapped a bill against my chest: "The celebration banquet bill, a total of one hundred and ten thousand. Pay me back immediately. Do you know how desperate I was to scrape together that money?"

"You're my husband; half your money is mine. How dare you deny me access?"

"I never abandoned you, and this is how you treat me? Where's your conscience?"

I let the bill fall to the floor, looking at her: "I said I'm divorcing you. Did you not hear clearly? The divorce papers have already been sent to your house."

She looked at me with disdain: "Playing hard to get? Thinking that will scare me? William, don't say things you don't mean. You said no matter what I did, you'd never leave me."

"You'll keep your word, won't you?"

I looked at her with extreme disappointment: "So, you do whatever you please? Seraphina, how did my eye go blind? Can you tell me?"

Seraphina turned her head away: "Your eye was severely injured in the car accident and went blind."

I said softly: "Is that so? But why did I hear that my cornea was surgically removed and donated to Brad?"

"And the person who signed the consent was you, Seraphina. It was you who forcibly gave my cornea to Brad. It was you who caused me to lose my sight."

"The doctor said his eye could recover. Why would you do this to me!"

Seraphina suddenly became agitated: "What do you mean 'could recover'? That would take two years! Brad couldn't wait that long."

"He's in his prime right now. You couldn't win the competition anyway, so it was better to donate your cornea to him. See? The facts prove my decision was right; he won the competition."

"I promise you, you're blind, I'll still be by your side, I won't leave you. I'll make it up to you for the rest of my life."

I laughed mockingly: "Not leave me? Wouldn't you not leave me because you need my money to support your family, to support Brad?"

"Without me, where would you get the money to buy Brad all those luxury items?"

Seraphina's face turned red, and she shouted: "When did I ever use your money to buy Brad luxury items? I used my own salary!"

"And, I treat Brad like my own brother. What's wrong with buying my brother a few things?"

"As his brother-in-law, shouldn't you buy him something too?"

I laughed in anger: "Seraphina, do you truly consider him a brother? You know the truth in your heart. No one would go to such lengths for a brother."

"No matter what you say, I won't spend another dime on you and your 'dear brother.'" With that, I turned to leave.

Seraphina yelled after me, "William, who else will want you now except me? You'll regret this."

I didn't bother to respond to her. Before I left her, I had many things to do. The first thing I did was go to the shooting team to withdraw from training.

As I left the shooting team, I ran into the media interviewing Brad. He was surrounded by reporters and various streamers chasing clicks.

"What do you have to say about winning the gold medal this time?"

Brad's face was full of tenderness as he looked at Seraphina by his side: "This time, I particularly want to thank someone, my best sister, my best confidante, Seraphina."

"She's also a doctor at Central Hospital. I was in a car accident before the competition, and she saved me. It was also her selflessness that restored my sight."

The reporters exclaimed in admiration, their microphones turned to Seraphina: "Dr. Thorne, we also heard that your husband went blind in the car accident. He's also a marksman, isn't he?"

Seraphina's face showed sorrow: "Yes, I'm very sad too. I've been by his side, accompanying him, taking care of him, hoping for his speedy recovery."

"Although his scores are much worse than Brad's, he's still very upset about losing the opportunity to compete. I hope everyone won't disturb him."

A reporter asked: "Excuse me, your husband's eye went blind in the car accident. Since Brad had the chance for a cornea transplant, Dr. Thorne, why didn't you keep that opportunity for your husband?"

Seraphina's face turned grim. She mumbled, unsure how to answer.

"Because, Brad's cornea is mine."