Chapter 07 Moonlight

With the resources and connections from the Xavier Luxury Group, Nicole is now a hot, A-list movie starlet.

As the show started, the live studio filled with millions of viewers.

Under the spotlight, I heard Daisy begin: "I've heard that you two are already talking marriage; could you share a bit about your journey together?"

Nicole turned to look at him with a faint smile, "All those rumors and slander about him, I never believed them. In my eyes, Lucas was always the man I loved the most."

She gazed at him with such deep affection, it was as though her eyes could melt into water.

Lucas lowered his gaze with a hint of a smile, "Oh, come on, you're pulling my leg. Remember how you couldn't stand me when I first lost my sight? Have you forgotten all that already?"

Nicole paused, her gaze briefly darting towards me with a flash of spite.

Against the glare of the camera, she had no choice but to maintain a strained smile. "It's all a bit hazy now. I guess as our relationship got better, I just remember the sweet moments when we were in love."

I glanced at the live comments streaming behind me, the screen awash with “So sweet” and similar sentiments.

I put down the script, gripped the microphone tighter, and turned to Lucas. "It seems there's a bit of a contradiction here. Is there something you're not telling us? How about you share how you both overcame your differences?"

I thought he wouldn't answer, but after a brief silence, Lucas spoke up.

"I was in a dark place when I first lost my sight. Angry at the world, I didn't even want her around. She was busy, always out early and back late, yet she still found time to take care of me. One day, in all her rush, she left a steak on the stove, went down to buy some salt, and forgot to turn the fire off. When she returned, the kitchen was up in flames."

Suddenly, my throat tightened as though I was choking on something.

Drifting back to that evening, I could feel the remnants of the heat from the flames.

I had dragged Lucas out of his room, grabbed his collar, slapped him hard, and hissed, "Do you have a death wish?"

I was trembling, voice and all.

He didn't argue back like he used to.

Instead, after a very long silence, he asked hoarsely, "Would it be so bad if I were dead? Wouldn't that be a relief for you?"

It was in that moment I realized the once untouchable Young Executive of Xavier Luxury Group was nothing but a hollow shell, a broken puppy bluffing bravado.

Gasping for air, I pushed him back into the room.

The walls were blackened and scorched.

As I unfastened his buttons one by one, I murmured, "I missed dinner because of you. You owe me one."

He seemed to catch onto something. "Are you sure..." His words were cut off by my forceful kiss, swallowed into silence.

"Lucas, I've never seen you as a burden."

That night, it felt like the world was in disarray, leaving just the two of us.

Now, he was bringing up the past.

The woman sitting beside him, his fiancée, was Nicole.

To the whole world, those memories belonged to just the two of them.

A suffocating bitterness exploded within me.

Close enough to feel his familiar yet strange scent, it silently enveloped me—overwhelming yet no longer mine.

He paused for a moment and then, amid the applause from the audience, concluded:

"I'll always remember the moonlight that night, bright enough to make everything clear. I couldn't see, but I listened to her all night long."

Gripping the pen tightly in my hand, I hunched over hastily. A dull ache throbbed behind my eyes.