My Husband Doesn't Know I Can See Again

The Unmasking of Deceit

I locked the door from the inside, wanting to move freely without anyone, especially Harry, seeing me. I don't want him to know that I can see now. He must not find out until I can take revenge for the pain he caused me.

I've had enough of his deceit. I must act immediately. All this time, I've entrusted all the company's responsibilities and assets to Harry. Yes, I trusted him too much, so everything I owned has been freely accessed by him without me ever asking for what and where he used it.

But not this time. I will take all my family's assets and manage them myself. Without you, because they are mine. As soon as all this is settled, we will divorce. I refuse to live with a traitor and a leech.

But first, I need to find out what happened in this house while I was blind. I feel something is off.

Auntie Yara must know something. She has been with me in this house around the clock, surely, she knows all of Harry's actions well. But why is she silent? Is it because she's afraid? Maybe that's also why her demeanor changed when Harry arrived earlier. Fortunately, Auntie Yara stayed silent, seeing me pretend to be blind. Even though she knows I can see now. I'm confident Auntie Yara is on my side. I need to talk to her.

***

"Del, sweetheart, why is the door locked?" I was startled because Harry was at the bedroom door. I've been pacing back and forth, preoccupied with my plans.

"Yes, wait a moment," I replied from inside.

Click.

I opened the door.

Harry looked at me in surprise. It turned out Lyka was beside him. I kept my eyes focused forward.

"Sorry, Harry. I dozed off," I said, deliberately yawning widely in front of him.

"Why is it locked?"

"Really? Sorry, maybe it was unintentional."

He smiled as I intentionally touched his broad chest, letting my hand slide down to his. Harry guided me inside. Strangely, Lyka also followed in, quietly and stealthily.

I'm sure she's been coming to the house and entering this room without my knowledge. Shameless. I can't believe I considered her a friend.

"I want to take a shower," he said without me asking. I was already sitting on the edge of the bed with my eyes focused forward. Occasionally, I moved my head left and right to observe their movements.

"Want me to pick for you?" I asked, emphasizing my tone. Something was making me upset.

The movement of someone's hand undressing stopped. Yes, Harry wasn't undressing himself, but was being helped by Lyka, along with disgusting kisses. Imagine having to watch a scene as intimate as a married couple right in front of my eyes.

My eyes burned, and I tilted my head up to stop the tears from falling. It hurt. So, this is what they did when I was blind.

"No need, dear, I can do it myself." He walked to the wardrobe, bare-chested, with Lyka following him.

"Dear, do you smell something?" I held my voice to keep it from trembling.

"Smell something?" He paused. "What smell?"

"A woman's perfume. It doesn't smell like mine. Strange. How come the scent of this room is different? Is there someone else in this room?"

The clothes Lyka picked fell. Harry looked nervous. "N-no, dear, it's just the two of us here," he said, quietly ushering Lyka out of the room. I gave him a bitter smile.

'Fool, there's no smell in our room. You panicked just from that. What if I really confronted you?'

***

"Honey, I'm heading downstairs. Auntie Yara will be up soon with your food," said Harry while looking in the mirror, smoothing his wet hair.

"Have you eaten?" He shook his head.

"I'm heading down to eat with Lyka. It wouldn't be right if she helped me work late and I didn't offer her a meal," he joked.

"But, Harry—"

"Excuse me." Suddenly, Auntie Yara came in bringing my dinner. I usually have dinner in the room, fed by Auntie Yara.

"Keep Madam company during dinner," she said to Auntie Yara, who approached me. Auntie Yara nodded.

"Wait!" Harry, who was about to leave, stopped in his tracks.

"Auntie Yara, take the food back downstairs." Harry frowned, puzzled by my command to Auntie Yara.

"I want to have dinner with you."

Harry was surprised to hear my words. He looked uneasy.

"Uhm ... Okay," he agreed. Still with a puzzled look on his face.

***

I was already seated at the Dinang table with them, my husband and my friend.

Lyka looked surprised to see me sitting there with them.

She signaled to Harry as if asking why I was there. Of course, she was surprised. Maybe she thought I would have dinner alone in the room. Sorry, Lyka, you're mistaken. I won't let Harry have dinner with you alone. Not because I'm jealous. But because I simply don't want to see you both enjoying yourselves at my expense.

Auntie Yara prepared my plate with the food served on the Dinang table.

"Harry, here's your plate! Let me prepare it," said Lyka with a beaming smile.

"No! Let Auntie Yara get it for Harry," I requested. Lyka fell silent, her hand froze mid-motion.

"Lyka, you're just a guest in this house. So don't act like you live here," I said firmly. Regardless of what she thinks, I was just setting boundaries for her in this house.

Lyka's expression immediately soured. She pouted and turned to Harry.

"Del, why are you talking like that? Lyka was just trying to help me get the food," Harry defended.

"There's Auntie Yara. Does she want to replace Auntie Yara's duties? I hope I don't have to ask you to wash the dishes, Lyka; that would be quite amusing," I chuckled.

Lyka's face turned even redder, clearly indicating her anger.

"Del…"

"I was just joking. Sorry, Lyka. Let's eat," I said while spooning food into my mouth indifferently.

After that, we ate in silence. Only the sound of spoons and forks clinking on the plates could be heard.

However, I could still see Lyka stealing glances at Harry, which was annoying.

'Typical, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Soon I'll turn you into a real barrier in this house, Lyka, just wait.'

***

The night passed; I locked the bedroom door again when Harry said he would be very busy with Lyka in the study. The room was right next to this bedroom. I was asked to go to sleep first. I agreed to everything he said because there was something I had to do tonight.

After waiting a few minutes and feeling safe, I hurried to look for something. The first thing I searched for was important documents, letters regarding assets. I used to place them in the safe and hadn't opened it for a long time.

I entered a smaller room within the bedroom. It's a storage place for valuables. Unfortunately, Harry knew about this room. I never kept it a secret since I thought he was my husband, and he had the right to know everything in this house. There's a safe hidden behind the bookshelf. To an outsider, the room would look ordinary, like a reading room with a single lounge chair inside.

I pressed the pin code to open the safe door, but failed. The pin code was incorrect. How could this happen? Did someone change the pin code? Was it Harry? Damn, I'm too late again. I tried to think. What number could be the safe's pin code?

Okay, calm down, Delia. You can do it. Crime never wins. I kept telling myself to stay optimistic.

I failed several times until I had to rest for a moment to try again.

Exhausted, none of the codes I tried worked.

What now? It's all in vain. The safe still couldn't be opened. Why did he change the pin code? Should I ask him about it? What if he gets suspicious? But it's my wealth, it's reasonable for me to ask.

Confused, my head spun thinking about it. My plan was falling apart.

Finally, I returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed with a heavy heart. I couldn't close my eyes. Time had passed quickly. It was already midnight. Harry hadn't returned to the bedroom to sleep. Were they still busy this late?

I should check on them.

I went out, feeling the bedroom wall with the help of a cane in my right hand. At least I had to pretend to be blind. That's what they believed, right?

Silence. No sounds or activities could be heard from Harry's study. I tried to open the door.

Empty. Where are they? Are they done or working in another room? My heart felt uneasy. I quickly walked downstairs.

Somehow, my intuition told me they were downstairs.

Half-running, I finally reached the guest room. For some reason, my heart urged me to go there. A sudden wave of nervousness washed over me. I pressed my ear against the door.

Thud.

My heart ached; something tore inside me even though I knew this was bound to happen. Should I knock first or just barge in upon hearing the sounds of moaning in unison inside?