The Taste of Sweet Karma

Chapter 3

Word Count: 827 | Released on: 12/06/2025

ury was intense. He scooped her up into

Someone get some ice!" he called

crowd that had gathered, he didn't see me standing just behi

rble pillar. Pain exploded behind my eyes. I

nced my way. He settled her onto a plush armch

ay? Does it

kin to my bleeding head. He lef

n Ethan was still blind, I'd tripped on a loose rug

voice full of exaggerated concern. "Sarah, are you alright?

st with his current neglect was a fresh wound. He had changed, or perhaps,

the cut on my temple. It wasn't deep, but it throbb

ion a familiar ache. My self-reliance, once a source of

posted a short video. Ethan was gently wrapping a bandage

e after my little mishap," her capti

, a deliberate twist of the knife for me. She knew I'd s

ned me to his office at Hay

re... rumors. Online. Anonymous leaks about Vicky's past, some ra

nfession. His immediate assumpt

n Ethan about the online smears. She had orchestrated this. The "leaks" were probably her o

ieve I would do something like

through his hair. "But Vicky is very upset. She was even willin

devotion. He spoke of his past suffering, his blindness

his secret marriage, despite his current actions. His words in

nt nothing. He was with Vicky. He had chosen Vicky. My devotion had been a

is voice firm. "You need to apologize to

o, his judgment completely clouded by Vicky's manipu

oining room, was called in. She looked

as all a misunderstanding. But to prove there are no hard feelings, and that

reat. At 'Silas' tonight. Jus

w I had an extremely low alcohol tolerance. A few

angerous demand, designed to punish me furth

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“For seven years, I was his eyes, his hands, his constant companion. I nursed Ethan through his blindness, celebrated his sight's return, and eventually became his lover. I truly believed our bond, forged in his darkness and my unwavering devotion, was unbreakable. But in the quiet bubble of his Escalade, I clearly understood every crisp Spanish word he spoke into his tablet. He told his best friend, Ben, that his elopement with Victoria, the woman who abandoned him when he went blind, was set for tomorrow. He chuckled, assuring Ben, "Sarah doesn't need to know. She'll always be there. She's not going anywhere." My breath hitched as Vicky's brazen Instagram pictures of her marriage license confirmed their triumph, dated that very morning. He barely registered my presence, quick to dismiss me, focused only on a message from his new wife. At my own birthday party, Victoria gifted me a yapping Chihuahua, deliberately playing on my deep-seated trauma from a childhood dog attack. Ethan pressured me to accept it, blind to my terror, then watched as I was drenched and cut by a collapsing champagne tower, shielding Victoria instead of me. Seven years of sacrifice, of pouring my soul into his recovery, all reduced to a casual dismissal and a public humiliation. How could he betray me so utterly, so casually, after all I'd done, after I gave him back his world? My love wasn't a doormat, and he was wrong. He thought I'd always be there, but this was the final breaking point. I would sever this tie that had become a chain and disappear. I would contact Eleanor Hayes, his powerful mother, to help me vanish, for good.”