She Blinded Me For Her Lover

My divorce from my ex-wife was a bloodbath.

I threw her little lover down the stairs, leaving him fractured and bleeding out on the marble floor.

In retaliation, she orchestrated a car crash that put me in hypovolemic shock. While I was unconscious on the operating table, she ordered the surgeons to harvest my corneas—not to save another life, but to throw them to the dogs.

We met again five years later.

She was now a high-ranking military Commander with absolute authority.

And I was blind, scraping by as a masseur in a small, quiet parlor for the visually impaired.