To save Damien, I became a vegetable in a car accident.

Until five years later that I finally regained consciousness.

But when I opened my eyes, I saw Damian making passionate love with his secretary beside my bed.

"Be gentle, Mr. Gray. I'm pregnant and can't bear too much stimulation."

Damian's face suddenly turned cold. He grabbed the woman's neck and scolded loudly:

"Do you think you are qualified to have my child? Get rid of it immediately. Carly is the only person in the world who can give birth to a child for me."

The secretary's eyes were tightly grasped by him, and she sobbed with a red face.

"But she is a vegetable and will never wake up in this life."

"So what? I only want her. Even if she never wakes up, I won't marry anyone else!"

What a ridiculous love.

He said he loved me, but he slept with another woman in front of me, thinking that I wouldn't find out!

The next day, I turned around and married Damian's mortal enemy.

Love as much as you want, I won't accompany you.

1

Damien and his secretary Meadow finally stopped their frenzy after a full three hours, both panting heavily as they collapsed onto the couch.

The sounds they made while entangled pierced my heart like a thousand tiny needles, each one bringing a sharp, intricate pain.

I stared numbly at the ceiling, hot tears sliding from the corners of my eyes into my collar.

I never imagined that the man I had sacrificed my life to protect five years ago would do something like this in my hospital room.

"Mr. Grey, look! Is Callie awake?"

Meadow's gaze fell on my tightly clenched fist, and she tugged at Damien's hand in surprise.

Damien's face changed instantly, and he nervously looked in my direction. When his eyes caught the tears at the corner of mine, he rushed over excitedly.

"Callie?! Callie, you're awake! You're finally awake!"

But in the next second, he realized his disheveled state, his body covered in Meadow's lipstick marks and scratch marks. Terrified, he quickly grabbed a nearby white sheet to cover himself, frantically trying to explain:

"Callie, it's not what you think, I can explain..."

"Damien, is that you? Is that Damien's voice?"Without waiting for him to finish, I interrupted him and pretended to be blind, groping around aimlessly.

I clearly saw Damien, who had been so nervous he could barely breathe, relax the moment he realized I was blind. He then came forward, gently grasping my flailing hand, and said softly:

"Callie, it's me, your Damien. I'm so happy you're awake. I thought I'd never get to talk to you again."

The moment I woke up, he was the first person I thought of. I fantasized about how excited he'd be to see me awake, eagerly anticipating him fulfilling the promise he made before I fell into a coma – he said he would marry me.

Until the moment I saw him pressing Meadow against my side, I still thought I was hallucinating.

My heart felt like it was being violently ripped apart, causing an excruciating pain.

The reason I pretended to be blind was simply to see how far Damien would take his act.

Amidst his excitement, Damien didn't forget to confirm whether I was truly blind. He waved his hand in front of my face and asked:

"Callie, can you really not see me?"

Suppressing the emotions in my heart, I shook my head.Damien's anxious heart finally settled as he witnessed the scene. He then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small box. Upon opening it, a sparkling diamond ring was revealed inside.

I immediately recognized it as the engagement ring he had personally designed for me five years ago. Ironically, the day of the car accident was meant to be the day he proposed.

He took out the ring and gazed at me with eyes full of love, saying:

"Callie, five years ago I wasn't able to propose because of the accident. Now that you're awake, I want to ask you again. Callie, I love you. Will you marry me?"

His tone was so sincere, his eyes brimming with such affection that it seemed to overflow. He appeared to genuinely want to grow old with me and spend our lives together.

But who would have thought that just moments ago, this same man was in the throes of passion with another woman?

Just thinking about that scene made me feel sick to my stomach.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Damien took my silence as acceptance. He grabbed my hand, ready to slip the ring onto my finger.

Meadow's face darkened at the sight. Displeased, she threw something in our direction to interrupt Damien. As luck would have it, the object landed right on my blanket.

Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a used condom - the one they had just used.

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I threw back the covers and started dry heaving.Damien jumped in surprise, quickly throwing the blanket to the floor. He anxiously patted my back and asked:

"Callie, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?"

The scent of Meadow's perfume on the man's body instantly flooded my nostrils, making the churning in my stomach even more intense. I couldn't hold back and actually threw up.

I hadn't had a drop of water in years, surviving only on IV fluids. What came out was just a puddle of liquid.

Seeing this, Damien became even more frantic. He worriedly pulled me into his arms.

"Callie, are you alright?"

I wanted to push him away, but my body, just regaining consciousness, had little strength. I could only pat his hand:

"I'm fine."

"I still think I should call the doctor to give you a full check-up. I won't be at ease otherwise."

The concern in Damien's eyes only grew stronger. He put on his clothes and went to call the doctor. Meadow, seeing this, left as well.

The test results came back quickly. My body was almost in a fully recovered state, and I could be discharged in three days.

Hearing this, the joy in Damien's eyes intensified. He took the diamond ring he hadn't had a chance to put on me earlier and slipped it onto my finger."Damien, surely the heavens have taken pity on my years of waiting for you and softened their hearts to send you back to me. In three days, I'll take you to get our marriage license, and next month we'll have the wedding."

I swallowed the nausea rising in my throat and gave a faint "Mm-hmm."

I was indeed planning to get married, but not to Damien.

Damien started to say something else, but I cut him off by lying down with my back to him.

"I'm tired and need to rest. You should go."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Damien's eyes, but he eventually left.

The moment the door clicked shut, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and dialed the number etched in my memory.

It wasn't long before a man's voice came through the other end.

"Who's this?"

"It's me, Callie. Does your offer of marriage from five years ago still stand?"

There was a clear pause on the other end before the voice replied, barely concealing its excitement:

"Callie, you're awake? That promise from five years ago stands as long as I'm breathing. But are you really willing to leave Damien to be with me?"

I didn't answer his question, instead saying:

"Then I'll see you at the courthouse in three days."

The next day, Damien came to see me early, saying he wanted to take me outside for some fresh air.

Having not seen the outside world for five years, I had no reason to refuse him, so I let him push my wheelchair to the hospital's backyard.

The moment I saw daylight again, I felt truly alive, as if the once gray and white world suddenly burst into color.

But Damien thought I couldn't see, and sighed with regret:

"It's a shame, Callie, that your eyes can't see. Otherwise you'd be able to see me."

I smirked self-mockingly, my eyes full of sorrow.

He didn't know that not only could my eyes see, but they had also seen how many times he had exerted himself on Meadow.

Just then, Meadow appeared out of nowhere, blocking our path.

She was holding a thermos, and said respectfully:

"Mr. Grey, I've brought some chicken soup for Miss Frost."

Her tone was reverent, but her eyes looked at Damien seductively.

After speaking, she walked up to Damien and kissed him on the lips right in front of me.

Damien didn't push her away. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close, and held her head to deepen the kiss.This scene pierced my eyes deeply, reminding me of when Damien pursued me, kneeling in the rainy night and swearing to the heavens that he would never betray me in this lifetime. Perhaps he truly loved me then, and it's equally true that he doesn't love me as much now.

But none of that matters anymore, because I'll soon be leaving Damien, allowing him to be with Meadow forever and ever.

Damien and Meadow were so engrossed in their kiss that Meadow's hand slipped, causing the thermos to clatter to the floor. Scalding soup splashed everywhere, and before I could dodge, it splattered across my calf, instantly turning red and blistering.

Hearing the commotion, Damien immediately pushed Meadow away and rushed over anxiously to check on my injury.

"Callie, your leg... Let me take you to get it treated."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Grey. It's all because I'm so clumsy, causing Miss Frost to get hurt. You should hit me, it's all my fault, I deserve to die..."

Meadow lowered her head apologetically, but I clearly caught the triumphant smirk in her eyes.

Damien didn't dare delay, quickly taking me back to the hospital room and calling for a professional doctor to examine my leg. Only after the doctor had applied medicine did his anxious heart finally settle.But he was still worried I might scar, insisting the doctor prescribe me some scar removal cream.

"Callie, you have a tendency to scar easily. Even a small wound takes you several months to heal completely. I think it's safer if I go get you some medication. Wait here for me, I'll be right back."

So he remembered I was prone to scarring. Back then, when I saved him from that car accident, my right leg was left with a huge scar. Five years have passed and it still hasn't completely faded, looking ghastly and terrifying.

But compared to the scar Damien personally left on my heart, this physical scar was practically nothing.

Just then, the hospital room door opened and Meadow strutted in on her high heels, her eyes brimming with contempt.

"Callie, you can actually see, can't you? That time when Damien and I were fooling around by your bedside, and just now when we were kissing in the backyard, you saw it all, didn't you?"

I was a bit surprised. I hadn't expected Meadow to figure out I was faking blindness, while Damien, who had lived with me for so long, hadn't noticed.Seeing my silence, Meadow's contempt intensified in her eyes as she sneered:

"Do you know how Damien has pampered me during these years you've been in a coma? We've slept together six hundred and fifty times, two-thirds of which were right here in your hospital room. Several times when you were close to waking up, he'd get really excited and wear me out until I passed out. He even got me pregnant with his child."

As she spoke, she gently caressed her belly, her voice dripping with disgust:

"Callie, don't say I didn't warn you. Damien doesn't love you anymore. If you don't want to humiliate yourself, just leave him on your own. Otherwise..."

She didn't get to finish her sentence because Damien returned.

He walked in carrying a large bag of medicine, immediately starting to apply ointment to my scars without so much as a glance at Meadow, as if she were invisible.

Watching him focus on me with his whole heart and soul, I couldn't muster the same emotion I once felt. Instead, I only felt a wave of nausea.

Oh, Damien, you shouldn't have deceived me, betraying me while I was unconscious.

Time flew by, and soon it was the day of my discharge from the hospital.

Today was also the day Damien planned to take me to get our marriage license.

Damien canceled all his business appointments and bustled about taking care of everything for me. It wasn't until the moment I was helped into the car that he finally allowed himself to rest.

But his mind was still mostly on me. He held my hand tightly, his eyes filled with anticipation:

"Callie, I'm so happy. After five years, we can finally get our marriage license and become a real married couple. When we get the certificate, I'm definitely going to take a picture and post it online so everyone can witness our love."

I said nothing, just quietly looked at him.

I was very curious - would he really abandon the pregnant Meadow to get a marriage license with me?

Before long, the car stopped in front of the city hall.

Damien gentlemanly escorted me into the building. Throughout the process of taking ID photos, the smile never left his face. He was like a little boy who had just gotten his favorite toy, completely different from his usual reserved and composed self.

The staff couldn't help but envy us when they saw this.

But just as we reached the final step of signing the papers, Damien's phone rang.It was a personalized ringtone. During the three days since I woke up, I had thought about it twenty times. Each time this ringtone sounded, Damien would abandon me, citing work emergencies.

At first, I believed it was true, until I accidentally saw the caller ID displaying "Meadow." Only then did I finally understand that this was all just an enormous deception.

Damien seemed to feel disturbed. He wanted to hang up but hesitated just as he was about to touch the end call button. Eventually, he chose to walk to a secluded corner to answer.

The next second, he turned to me with a tense expression and said:

"Callie, there's an urgent matter at the company, extremely urgent. I have to go deal with it right away. Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

Without waiting for my response, he turned and rushed out of the courthouse.

I watched his hurried figure disappear, then lowered my head to look at the message Meadow had sent.

"Callie, you lost. I just told Damien I had severe stomach pain and might be miscarrying, and he immediately left you to come find me."

Even through the screen, I could feel her taunting.

I put away my phone, my expression unchanged. As I looked up, I saw a face both familiar and strange.

"Sorry I'm late," the newcomer apologized to me with a hint of guilt.I shake my head, take his hand, and say to the staff with a smile:

"Could we retake the ID photos please? I've changed my groom."

When Damien rushed frantically to Meadow's apartment, she was lounging casually on the couch watching TV.

Seeing Damien arrive, she giggled coyly and went to greet him.

Realizing he'd been tricked, Damien glared at her in annoyance:

"So the stomach ache was a lie?"

Noticing Damien was about to lose his temper, Meadow quickly put on a pitiful act, claiming she truly liked Damien and only called him over because she didn't want him to marry me.

After hearing her explanation, Damien let out a cold laugh:

"I've told you I'm set on marrying Callie for life. If you keep acting so childishly, don't blame me for being unkind."

With that, he left Meadow behind and rushed back to the registry office, only to be informed upon arrival that Callie had already left.

Mason's heart tightened. He took out his phone to call Callie, but was told her phone was switched off.

A sense of unease washed over him. After asking the staff which direction Callie had gone, he ran out in pursuit.Callie had never disappeared before, always notifying him before doing anything. Now that she had suddenly left alone, could she have discovered something?

Most importantly, Callie was blind. Being out alone was extremely dangerous for her.

By this time, Dashiell had already dropped me off at the front door. I gazed at the house before me, filled with memories of Damien, and felt a lump in my throat.

However, I hadn't come back because I couldn't bear to leave, but to retrieve some of my belongings.

I didn't expect that just as I was about to leave with my things, Damien would catch up to me.

Seeing that I was alright, he let out a long sigh of relief:

"Callie, why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I'm sorry about earlier, there was an urgent matter at the company and I didn't have time to sign. Let's go back and get the license again. We'll make sure to get married today no matter what."

Hearing this, I instinctively glanced at the person waiting in the car nearby, then pulled out two marriage certificates and told him:

"There's no need. I've already gotten the certificates."

Damien didn't notice anything amiss, assuming I had signed on his behalf. He looked relieved as he took one of the marriage certificates and said:

"That's great. From now on, we're officially husband and wife. You know what, Callie?I've been waiting for this day for so long.

I furrowed my brow slightly, kindly reminding him, "Why don't you open the marriage certificate and take a look?"

Damien paused for a moment, looking at me with a hint of confusion, but still obediently did as I suggested.As the marriage certificate was opened, what met our eyes was a photo of me with another man, and in the groom's name field were three bold letters: Dashiell.

Damien's face instantly drained of color. He asked me in disbelief:

"Callie, are you playing some kind of joke on me? How did you end up married to someone else?"