Hidden Identity: Becoming the mafia heiress after being blind

When I caught my fiancé making love to his mistress in our bedroom, I kept my face carefully blank, my eyes unfocused as they had been for five years. But for the first time since my "accident," I could see everything.

"She can't see," Marcus whispered to the woman, not bothering to lower his voice enough. "We have a few minutes."

Five years of darkness, of him guiding me through doorways, reading to me at night, playing the devoted partner to his blind fiancée. All while she was there, in our bed, in our home.