He Cheated While I Was Blind, But He Doesn’t Know I’ve Recovered

Three days before my wedding, I got my sight back. I had planned to surprise my fiance, Steward Coleman. Instead, I watched him walk through the front door with my best friend, Vicky Tucker, only for the two of them to wrap their arms around each other and start kissing right there in the entryway. Steward tapped the tip of Vicky's nose and silently mouthed, "Someone's eager tonight." Vicky mouthed back, "Me? Or her?" The moment they turned around and saw me standing in the living room, staring straight at them, they both froze. Only for a second. Then Vicky looked right at me, a taunting glint flashing through her eyes. "Sylvia, we're back," she called out sweetly. Steward immediately came over and took my arm, his voice full of tenderness. "Why did you come out here by yourself again? What if you bumped into something? You know I'd be worried sick." I forced down the fury burning in my chest and gripped the hem of my shirt so tightly my fingers hurt. "I heard the door open, so I came out to see." I caught his arm and looked directly at him. "Steward, do you really want to marry me?" He blew Vicky a kiss over my shoulder while affectionately patting my head. "Of course I do, Sylvia." So this was what they'd been doing all along. While I couldn't see, they'd been carrying on right in front of my face. Steward helped me back to the bedroom. "Get some rest. Our friends will be here soon. Vicky and I are going to start dinner." The second he stepped out, before he'd even bothered to close the door, he pulled Vicky into his arms again. I watched the two of them disappear from view. Then I took out my phone. "Dad, put all cooperation with the Coleman Group on hold." ***** By dinnertime, all of Steward's friends had arrived. They claimed they wanted to celebrate our upcoming wedding early. Steward had barely helped me into my seat when Vicky casually placed her hand on his thigh under the table. He put food onto my plate while silently mouthing to her, "You're such a little tease." Several of his friends snickered under their breath. Someone even whistled at them. Steward set my plate down and reached out as if to stroke my cheek. I instinctively turned my face away. His hand stopped in midair. He frowned and stared at my eyes. I pretended not to notice and slowly glanced around the room. "What are you guys laughing about?" Steward gave a quiet chuckle, then answered in the same gentle voice he always used with me. "Sylvia, everyone's raising a toast to us. They're wishing us a happily ever after." He was the first to lift his glass. As everyone else followed, Vicky suddenly hooked her arm through his and raised her own glass to his lips, turning it into the kind of intimate wedding toast usually shared by a couple. Everyone immediately started hooting and cheering. I tightened my grip around my wineglass, forcing my hand not to shake. "Let's all toast together." Steward shot a look at the friend sitting beside me. The guy caught on instantly, clinked his glass against mine, then shouted. "Congrats in advance to Steward and his beautiful bride-to-be!" Everyone joined in. And while they were cheering for my marriage, Steward and Vicky drank from each other's glasses with their arms intertwined. Vicky leaned closer to him and silently mouthed, "So, were you satisfied last night? In your brand-new love nest?" My fingers trembled around my fork. So Vicky had lied when she'd said she wasn't feeling well and needed to stay over last night. They hadn't just been flirting behind my back. They'd already done something far more disgusting, right here in the home that was supposed to belong to Steward and me. I swallowed the rage clawing at my throat and turned toward him. "I want some shrimp." Annoyance immediately crossed Steward's face. Still, he started peeling one for me. At the same time, he mouthed to Vicky, "She's such a pain." Vicky leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "I'll make it up to you tonight." The table erupted in teasing laughter again. Just as Steward dropped the peeled shrimp on my plate, I put down my fork and stood. "I'm full. You guys keep eating." Steward reached out to help me. I pretended to steady myself against the table, neatly avoiding his hand. A confused look crossed his face. "Sylvia, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" I shook my head. "I'm fine. I probably just didn't sleep well last night. I'll go lie down for a while." Vicky immediately came over too. "Sylvia, do you want to go to the hospital? What if you're coming down with something?" The sight of her made my stomach turn. Still, I forced a faint smile onto my face. "I'm okay. You guys went through all this trouble for nothing. You should head home early and get some rest too." Vicky glanced at Steward. One look was all it took. Right on cue, he spoke. "Oh, right, Sylvia. We're going to try on wedding dresses tomorrow, and you'll need Vicky there with you. Why don't we just have her stay here tonight?"