No More Tears, I Left the Blind Billionaire Behind

On the day Ethan Carter regained his sight, I stayed up all night outside his hospital room, just to hand-deliver a pot of chicken and rice soup that I had simmered for four hours.

But before I could push the door open, I heard him call another woman.

"Chloe, I can see now."

"Don't cry. I promised you that as soon as I got better, I’d come to get you myself."

Standing outside the door, the thermos in my hands slowly grew cold.

For three years, I had stayed by his side through his blindness, his violent rages, and countless painful nights.