The Taste of Sweet Karma

Chapter 4

Word Count: 721 | Released on: 12/06/2025

las club pressing in. Vicky's chall

still blind, had been invited to a crucial business dinner. His potential part

ed in, pretending to be a lightweight who got chatty after a few drinks, subtly steering conversati

t, but Ethan had secured the deal.

With a bitter resolve, I looked at her, then a

's make it interesting. Not just a few. Let's do a round for eve

then a cruel smile played on

not necessary

gaze. This was self-punishment, a f

e first was harsh. The second, third. Vicky watched, a smirk

ead was spinning, the

inally reaching out, his han

mumbled, his voice low. "From my mother's pressure, from... from Vicky gett

tecting me; he was protecting himself, his secrets. My kno

heavy, disconnected. The room tilted. My body couldn't take any mo

e floor rushed up to

er of genuine concern in his voice.

Are yo

an, darling, she's just drunk. She's making a sc

is arm, trying

resisted her. He looked

y. She ne

oncern felt, for a fleeting second, real. He carried me out of the club,

my arm. Ethan was there, slumped in a chair beside t

d him through countless nights after his eye surgeries, his own vulne

ow felt like a cruel

ad too much to drink. You can go. I don't need you here." My e

to arrive. She swept into the

ing of this? Causing a s

for that... place... Austin, are still on tra

his hands, snapped his head up. "Leave?

vealed my secret departure plan.

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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.”