Maskfall - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 He sent mea location almost immediately. I grabbed my bag and headed out. However, the moment I arrived, something felt off. After a few sips of coffee, my vision started to blur. By the time I came back to my senses, I was lying on an operating table. Voices floated around me. "T only want her to be temporarily blind. You're sure her vision will recover afterward?" "Don't worry. This technique is very mature. It'll only take an hour." My body felt weak, my vision hazy. Still, reached out and grabbed someone's arm. "I don't agree.

'The person noticed I was still conscious and pushed me back down. I was given another dose of anesthesia. "Ms. Snyder, Mr. Brooks has already signed the consent form. Please cooperate." Donald? I shook my head, trying to stay awake. Memories of him flashed through my mind like a reel on fast forward. The way he used to gently hold my hand, slowing his steps to match mine. The way he kissed my eyes and promised that when he had money, he would get them treated. The countless nights when he held meas I slept, quietly crying. "Yvette, Josh is a jerk, and so am I.

But I'm willing to go through the hard days with you. I want your future memories to be filled with me. If you have to call me Josh, fine. However, from now on, you can only be with me." Would Donald really choose to make me blind? "No... It's not Donald. Who are you people?" Through the blur, Theard a familiar scoff. "So, you do understand him." The doctors stepped aside. A man limped up to the operating table, leaning on a cane. His eyes burned with anger. Of course. Josh. Inever expected that after using me for a whole year to win Whitney back, he still would not be satisfied.

Now, he wanted to blind me too. "Josh, if you dare do this, I'll call the police." I struggled, like a trapped animal. Just before I lost consciousness, he reached out, brushed my hair back, and kissed me. Then, he gently closed my eyes. "Be good. When you wake up, I'll still be your Josh. By then, we'll already be married. You'll be my wife, officially. "We'll live together properly from now on. No one else will come between us."" There was a time I had dreamed of becoming his wife. At that moment, however, I just wanted to see him locked in a mental hospital.

The words I wanted to shout got stuck in my throat as everything went dark. The scalpel was just an inch away from my eye when the operating room doors burst open. Donald rushed in, completely frantic. He grabbed the scalpel with one hand. Punched Josh with the other. "You bastard! If you touch her, I'll make sure you rot in prison." The room exploded into chaos. Donald pulled me into his arms. Josh threw aside his cane and tried to rush forward, but was kicked hard into the corner. He clutched his chest, his eyes bloodshot. "Donald, she's my wife.