The Blind Heiress's Rebirth, My Perfect Husband is a Monster

Because of a brain tumor, my optic nerve was compressed, and I went blind. Devastated, I wanted to end my life, but then Carter broke into my world like a ray of light. For a long time, I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until a car crash took my life. When I opened my eyes again, hearing the clinking and clanking from the kitchen, I realized I had been reborn. Miraculously, my vision was fully restored. I couldn't wait to run to Carter and share the good news. But my eyes were instantly drawn to his phone on the coffee table. The screen was still lit. "I plan to make it look like an accident once we're officially married." I considered myself both lucky and incredibly unfortunate. Born into a wealthy family, I grew up living a life of luxury that most people could only dream of. I was a true heiress. But my luck ran out when my parents died in a tragic accident during a business trip abroad. Overnight, I became an orphan. After that, I started getting terrible headaches. I thought it was just grief. But after collapsing one day, I was rushed to the ER, and the doctor told me I had a brain tumor. Although the surgery was a success, the tumor had already compressed my optic nerves because we caught it too late. I became completely blind. It was a devastating blow. What use was the endless string of zeros in my bank account when I could no longer see the beauty of the world? One afternoon, I fumbled my way up to the hospital's rooftop terrace and shakily climbed onto the safety railing. If I just leaned forward, I could end this miserable existence. Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me into his chest. I smelled a faint scent of lavender. His name was Carter. He crashed into my dark world with reckless determination, bringing a bright, shining light back into my life. He took care of everything for me. From doing the laundry to cooking every meal, he never complained once. Touched by his devotion and tenderness, I accepted his proposal in the middle of a beautiful wildflower field. We quickly signed the marriage papers at the courthouse, threw a lavish wedding reception, and planned our dream honeymoon. He told me that even though I couldn't see, he would take me to hear all the beautiful sounds and smell all the wonderful scents of the world. I believed him. I thought I would finally be happy. But on our way to our honeymoon destination, disaster struck. I remember the terrifying feeling of the car tumbling over, followed by a sensation of weightlessness. In my panic, I screamed Carter's name, but there was no reply. I thought he was hurt, too. The car rolled over and over, crashing violently. My last memory was the brutal impact at the bottom of the ravine. When I woke up, I heard the sizzling sounds of cooking, and the delicious aroma of food filled the air. I had returned to the past. What amazed me even more was that my eyes could see the light again. It was a miracle! I desperately wanted to throw myself into Carter's arms and tell him the incredible news. But my gaze locked onto his phone on the coffee table. The screen was still on. "I plan to make it look like an accident once we're officially married." Marriage? Accident? The memories of the terrifying car crash rushed back, chilling me to the bone. I didn't want to think about it, but I had to. Was my sweet boyfriend, Carter, the one who orchestrated my death? I reached out to grab the phone to see who he was texting, but Carter's voice suddenly rang out from the kitchen. "Chloe, sweetie, dinner's ready!" I quickly put my sunglasses back on. I decided to keep my recovery a secret for now and find out the truth. I prayed my suspicions were wrong.Carter walked out of the kitchen, carrying a steaming plate to the dining table. Seeing me "groping" my way forward, he quickly rushed over to support me. "Let me help you, babe. Let's wash your hands first." I took the opportunity to look closely at Carter's face. He was an average-looking guy. If he had any redeeming qualities, it was his gentle voice and his great cooking skills. We sat down at the table. Carter lovingly placed food onto my plate, reminding me to be careful because it was hot, and gently wiped the corner of my mouth. After dinner, he packed the leftovers into containers so I could easily microwave them the next day. His kindness made it almost impossible to believe he was using me. But that text message was damning. He had to be connected to the crash. I had to investigate this myself. I wouldn't stop until I knew the absolute truth. After dinner, Carter continued playing the role of the perfect, doting boyfriend. He guided me to the sofa, reminded me to take my medicine, and then went to wash the dishes and sweep the floor. He even took me for a walk in the evening, encouraging me to face the outside world bravely. For a second, I wondered if I had hallucinated that text. Could a man like this really plot to murder me? The next morning, Carter got ready for work. He sweetly gave me his usual safety reminders, grabbed his car keys, and left. The moment the door closed, I changed my clothes, threw on a face mask, and slipped out after him. He was driving the luxury SUV my father had left me. It was highly recognizable, making it easy for my Uber driver to tail him. His car stopped in front of a high-end private club. My heart sank. Carter told me he worked as a software engineer at a small tech company. Why was he entering an expensive private club? This only confirmed he was hiding something big. I followed him inside and stopped right outside his VIP booth, pressing my ear to the door. Inside, I heard the rowdy laughter of men and women. "Hey Carter, it’s been a while. Have you locked down that rich blind girl yet?" "Haha, what's the rush? It's only a matter of time." The first voice was an unfamiliar man's. The second one was definitely Carter's. Leaning against the wall, my blood ran cold.I forced myself to swallow the bitter pain and kept listening. I couldn't miss a single detail. I needed every bit of evidence to see Carter for the monster he truly was. "Chloe is utterly useless. I'm exhausted from playing prince charming every single day. I have to clean, cook, and cater to her every whim like she’s some royal highness." "But man, it was hilarious the other day. She had her period and leaked. I intentionally gave her a pair of stained pants to wear out. She actually thought I was being sweet and caring! I led her out for a walk, and she blindly followed me like an idiot." I remembered that day. I had felt so embarrassed and helpless. Carter had brought me what he claimed were clean clothes and insisted on taking me out, saying that walking would help with my cramps. I had been deeply touched by his gesture. Now... I realized how pathetic I was for believing him. Carter kept boasting to his friends. He even described our intimate moments in vulgar detail, prompting loud, disgusting laughter from the crowd. Someone suddenly asked, "Hey Carter, you better be careful. Don't go falling in love with her for real." Carter scoffed loudly. "Are you trying to gross me out? Fall in love with her? I only love her money." Hearing this, I was absolutely certain that the car crash was his doing. Rage surged through my chest. I wanted to smash the door open, confront him, and break a bottle over his head. But a cold, rational voice in my head stopped me. That would be too easy on him. I had to make him pay dearly. I quietly backed away, already plotting my revenge. Carter came home around five in the afternoon, looking completely drained. Well, of course he was. Spending a whole day partying must be exhausting. "You're back? Get some rest," I said "warmly." He tossed his phone onto the sofa and collapsed into my lap, acting like a needy puppy. I took the opportunity to repeatedly press my finger against his phone's fingerprint scanner until it locked him out, forcing him to use his passcode. When he finally unlocked it manually, I memorized his passcode from behind my sunglasses. As he scrolled through his phone, I asked casually, "Carter, you're all I have left. You'll never leave me, right?" Carter froze for a split second, an unnatural look flitting across his face, but he quickly recovered. "Of course not, Chloe. I’ll protect you and take care of you for the rest of my life." He said it so smoothly, with such convincing sincerity. If I hadn't heard him at the club, I would have been deeply moved. When he went to take a shower, I picked up his phone, unlocked it with his passcode, and opened Snapchat. I hoped to find some hard evidence. I knew his accomplice must be someone close, otherwise he wouldn't have shared his murder plan with them. As I scrolled, my suspicions were confirmed. Carter was seeing another woman named Vanessa Croft. Their chat history was nauseating. Carter would lie right next to me while sexting Vanessa, openly discussing how to get rid of me. Carter wrote: "Once we get the marriage certificate, I’ll take her on a honeymoon. I'll drive the car down a steep cliff and jump out right before it goes over. I'll make sure she doesn't survive." Vanessa replied: "Sounds perfect, babe. Just make sure you stay safe. I can't wait to marry you." I forwarded the entire chat log to my own phone and quickly deleted the sent messages. Carter, you won't get away with it this time.