But it was.
Another notification sounded. There was a second attachment — a photo.
Nikolai and Sabine.
They stood in an office I recognized instantly — mine. She rested her hand against his chest, both of them smiling like they belonged together.
My throat tightened, but no sound came out.
Five years ago, when I married Nikolai, I believed I was marrying my soulmate. We’d been together for ten years, ever since high school. We grew up side by side, shared dreams, built a future together. Everyone said we were perfect.
I believed them.
But the truth was far more cruel than I ever imagined. They had both betrayed me.
And worse… he’d stolen my sight just to keep me by his side.
My hands trembled. The wine glass on the table tipped over, red liquid spreading across the white tablecloth like spilled blood.
I picked up my phone and scrolled to a number I never thought I’d call — my lawyer.
When he answered, my voice was unsteady but resolute. “This is Sienna Arvant. I want to file for divorce. Immediately.”
There was a pause. “Divorce? Are you certain, ma’am?”
“I’ve never been more certain,” I said, my tone turning cold. “Start the process now. And make sure my assets remain untouched by my husband.”