The Decoy Husband’s Revenge

Tags: Ruthless Male Lead, Cheating & Betrayal, Ungrateful Ex, Ultimate Revenge, Cutting Losses In the fifth year of Eliana’s blindness, I spent a fortune flying in the world's top ophthalmologist to restore her sight. Yet the very night she regained her vision, she called me ugly and demanded separate bedrooms. "Babe, when I was blind, I could pretend you were hot. But looking at you right now? I literally can't bring myself to kiss you." "Why don't you try turning off the lights first?" I glanced down at her phone. On the screen was a grid of shredded, thirst-trapping male models. So that was what she really wanted. A cold, enigmatic smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. I cut straight to the chase: "Let's get divorced. I'll walk away with nothing." Eliana froze, completely stunned. Terrified that I might change my mind, she grabbed the pen and signed the divorce papers on the spot. Little did she know, I was laughing my ass off inside. Stupid idiot. Did she really think I was just some pathetic, lovesick fool? "What did you just say? You're agreeing to a divorce?" Eliana jerked her head up. Her freshly restored eyes were filled with disbelief. I smirked, repeating myself in a careless, breezy tone. "Yeah. A divorce. I’ll walk away without a single cent. Consider yourself free." She shot to her feet, her expression a chaotic mix of ecstatic relief and deep suspicion. "Are you serious? You're actually letting me go? And you won't take anything? Why?" Eliana had always treated me like an obsessive lapdog who clung to her every breath. She couldn't wrap her head around why I’d ever let go so easily. I lowered my head, biting back a laugh, and put on a miserable, broken-hearted act. "I know you never loved me. Back in the day, you were out of everyone's league. Men were lining up around the block just for a glance from you. If you hadn't gotten into that car crash, gone blind, and nearly ended up in a vegetative state, a guy like me would have never stood a chance." Every word out of my mouth was true, straight from the heart. When Eliana was younger, she looked like an absolute goddess, carved to sheer perfection. Countless men threw themselves at her feet, only to be rejected. I was one of them. Back then, she used her looks to hook a filthy-rich trust-fund heir, planning to lock down his fortune for life. But right before she could seal the deal, she got into a brutal car accident. Terrified of being saddled with a cripple for the rest of his days, her fiancé dumped her instantly, leaving her to rot in the hospital. When I heard the news, I poured in all the cash and effort I had, dragging her back from the brink of death. Now, the tight tension on Eliana’s face melted into an arrogant smirk. "Sean, at least you have some self-awareness. If you hadn't forced me into marriage back then, I would've been living the high life in a billionaire's mansion by now!" "Even without him, you still would've been way out of your league. And now you want out? Too late!" "Is that so? Don't forget, Eliana—without me, you would've been six feet under five years ago. What right do you have to bark at me now?" Her smirk vanished, struck completely dumb. Deep down, she knew damn well who saved her life and who pulled her out of that burning hellhole. And I knew damn well she resented me for it. She blamed me for ruining her billionaire dream. She blamed me for marrying her, making all her superficial girlfriends mock her for ending up with an "ugly" guy. "Did I beg you to marry me? You're the one who thought you were being clever, throwing yourself at me!" "Fine, it's all my fault. Just sign the papers, and we're done forever." I stared at her, completely unfazed, my eyes dead calm. My total lack of emotion only pissed her off more. "Fine! You've got quite the backbone now, don't you, Sean? A divorce it is! Like I ever wanted you anyway!" She casually scribbled her name, crossed her legs, and immediately began kicking me out. "Pack your crap tonight and get the hell out. Don't you dare come crawling back begging for another chance, because I won't even look at you." "And take all those tacky gifts you bought me over the last five years. Looking at them makes me sick!" Those gifts were luxury items I’d personally sourced from across the globe, yet she treated them like garbage. I didn't bother arguing. Remembering the one-way ticket to Miami already booked on my phone, I didn't say another word. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out the door. Clearly, Eliana had spun some grand fantasy in her head, expecting me to play the desperate ex chasing after her. Keep dreaming, sweetheart. The only reason I was in such a hurry to leave was because I knew that if I waited a few more days, she'd be down on her knees begging me to stay.Sitting in the back of the cab, I pulled up Instagram. Right on cue, Eliana had already posted a nine-photo carousel of selfies. Caption: *[Single again, got my sight back, life has never been better!]* In the pictures, she posed shameless in front of a mirror, showing off her toned abs and razor-sharp jawline. There was even a close-up of her freshly healed eyes—dewy, deep, and dripping with flirtatious charm. The comment section blew up instantly. *OMG! The queen is back! How long has it been since your last post?!* *That body is insane! Five years off the grid and you look even hotter?!* *Wait, seriously? You can see again? AND you got divorced? How did you hit the jackpot twice?!* Eliana replied to every single comment, her tone dripping with smug vanity. *Yep, surgery was a total success. Finally dumped the dead weight. Freedom feels amazing.* *Free tonight, anyone down for drinks?* *Five years is a long time. I know you all missed me. Who's throwing me a welcome-back bash?* I let out a cold laugh and locked my phone. She seemed to have completely forgotten how she maintained that body in the first place. Five years ago, when she first lost her sight, she was a depressed, miserable wreck. If she wasn't rotting in bed, she was trashing the house in violent tantrums. Even the doctors warned that if she kept it up, her physical health would deteriorate beyond repair, even if her eyes ever healed. So, I spent five years coddling her, babying her, dragging her to private gym sessions, and hiring top-tier physical therapists. I hired the best nutritionists and even personally gave her daily massages to keep her muscles from atrophying. Back then, she’d whine, "I'm blind! What's the point of staying in shape? Who am I supposed to look good for?" I would stroke her hair gently and murmur, "For me, of course." She only sneered, assuming I was just spitting sweet nothings to comfort her. She never took it seriously. What she didn't know was that I genuinely was a fan of her face and body. I didn't marry her out of some undying, self-sacrificing love. I married her purely for her physical shell. Blind, deaf, mute—it didn't matter. As long as her body was functional, I was satisfied. Naturally, I made sure her stamina and physique were kept in peak condition. I had zero interest in sleeping with a withered, bedridden woman.A week later, while strolling through a duty-free luxury mall in Miami, a familiar voice caught my attention. "Babe, do you like this bag? Pick whatever you want, it's on me!" I turned around. Sure enough, there was Eliana, clinging tightly to a young guy by the Rolex display. I recognized him immediately. He was an influencer from the gym I used to visit, a guy named Troy Vance. He’d once acted buddy-buddy with me, fishing for advice on how I’d managed to bag such an insanely hot babe. When I told him she was blind, Troy had just given me a look of pure pity. Yet here he was, looped around Eliana’s arm, grinning from ear to ear like an eager puppy. Damn, she moved fast. I planned to walk past and ignore them, but Troy had sharp eyes and spotted me instantly. He deliberately raised his voice. "Well, well! Look who it is—Mr. Foster! Oh, wait, my bad. Should I call you the ex-husband now?" Eliana finally noticed me. Her expression stiffened for a split second before snapping right back into that arrogant, untouchable smirk. Troy smugly waved his wrist, showing off a shiny new luxury watch. "Thanks a ton, man. You took such great care of Eliana, and now I get to reap all the rewards." I took a slow sip of my iced coffee, looked him up and down, and grinned. "Don't mention it. After all, I enjoyed her during her absolute prime for five whole years." "As for now..." I threw a lingering, mocking glance at Eliana. "Her biological clock is ticking. You're just here to finish my leftovers." Eliana’s face turned an ugly shade of green. "Sean! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Troy froze, clearly not expecting me to hit back with such savage bluntness. I shrugged, having zero interest in playing their petty games, and turned to walk away. Before I could take two steps, Eliana rushed over, grabbing my wrist tightly, her voice hushed and vicious. "What is that supposed to mean?!" I yanked my hand back with a look of pure disgust. "Exactly what it sounds like. The night you got your sight back, weren't you too disgusted to even let me touch you?" "What, feeling insecure now?" Her face flushed between crimson and pale white, hit right where it hurt. Seeing her rattled, Troy hurried over, wrapping his arm around hers and whining, "Eliana, babe, didn't you say only a guy like me deserves your affection? Who cares what this ugly loser says?" Eliana forced a reassuring smile, patting his arm. "You're right, baby. He was just a pathetic tool I used to keep around. You pay him a little, and he does whatever you want. He doesn't hold a candle to someone fresh and sweet like you." I chuckled softly. In those five years, she’d rejected almost every intimate advance I made, and out of respect for her condition, I never pushed it. So the entire time, she actually saw me as a cheap gigolo? Her desperate simp? I stared at her coldly. "If I'm just a tool, then what does that make you?" Seeing how utterly unfazed I was, Eliana’s temper flared. She pointed an accusatory finger at my face. "Sean! Don't play dumb! You really think I don't know why you're here in Miami?!" "If you want to beg for me back, fine! Drop to your knees right now and beg, and maybe I'll consider giving you a chance!" "I swear, it’s impossible to guess what your brain is made of, Eliana. Even daydreams require a shred of reality." Eliana sucked in a sharp breath, let out a venomous scoff, and pulled Troy close. "Let's go, babe. Tonight, I'll cook you whatever you want." I watched their retreating figures, rolling my eyes so hard they almost fell out of my head.Back at the hotel, I drew a hot bath, ready to wash away the stench of that run-in. Just as I was about to step out, my phone buzzed incessantly. It was my buddy, Dominic, spamming me with text after text: *Holy shit! Bro, have you seen Eliana’s Instagram?!* *She just posted a whole photo dump with that fitness influencer at the duty-free shop, throwing massive shade at you!* *All these years and she still has all body, zero brain. Tell me you aren't still holding a candle for this chick. You gotta put her in her place!* I opened the app, and sure enough, Eliana’s new post was blowing up. Pictures of her and Troy with their fingers intertwined, throwing hand-hearts at the camera. Right in the center was a flaunting snapshot of a shopping receipt from the luxury boutique—a total easily sitting in the six figures. Caption: *[When I was blind, I couldn't see the venom in people's hearts. Now that my eyes are open, I finally see who truly loves me.]* The comments were practically worshipping her: *Queen moves! Got her sight back and upgraded immediately! Living the ultimate dream!* *Dumping that toxic scrub was the best decision ever. Protect your peace, babe!* *New guy is drop-dead gorgeous. A million times better than the ex. When are we getting an official intro?!* I sneered. Petty shots like this didn't even scratch the surface. Steam rose from the bath, suddenly pulling my thoughts back to a night just a month ago. Back then, Eliana had gripped my hand tightly, her voice trembling with emotion. "Sean... do you really think I'll ever be able to see again?" I had sat on the edge of her bed, gently stroking her hair. "There's been a massive medical breakthrough recently. Clinical trials are wrapping up. As long as the procedure goes smoothly, you could regain over eighty percent of your vision." Eliana’s eyes had welled with tears, clinging to my arm like a helpless child. "Really? I'll actually get to see the world again? I'll get to see... you?" I’d hummed in quiet affirmation, about to suggest an early celebration, when her face suddenly fell. "But a surgery like that must cost a fortune. How could we ever afford it? I haven't made a single dime in five years. You've carried everything on your back... you've already done so much for me." I had gently covered her eyes, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Leave the money to me. You don't have to worry about a thing." She’d thrown her arms around my neck, passionately pulling me into a deep kiss, clinging to me for dear life. "I knew it. You truly are the greatest gift God ever gave me." Hah. Looking back now, every second of it was just an Oscar-worthy performance. After clearing my mind for half an hour, I dialed a number. "Hey, Julian. It's me. It's time to collect on that surgery bill. Yeah, initiate the protocol we agreed on. Don't go easy on her." "Sean, are you dead serious? Isn't Eliana the love of your life? If you pull this trigger, she'll never forgive you!"