Invisible Truth
Chapter 1
My world went black when I jumped in front
of that car to save Mark. He swore he’d be
my eyes, never leave my side.
I dove into therapy, desperate to see again.
The day the bandages came off, I practically
flew home to tell him the good news.
That’s when I saw him.
He was tangled in the sheets with his
secretary, a blonde named Brittany, right
there in our bed.
They were making out like teenagers, all
hands and moans.
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Mark, lost in the moment, kept whispering her
name.
“Oh, Mark,” Brittany gasped, “why don’t you
just divorce the blind girl? I’m the one who
gets you, the one you really love.”
“Give it time,” he mumbled. “I need time.”
That night, snow fell thick and fast.
I walked out of the house in just a sweater, a
one–way ticket to Santa Fe burning a hole in
my pocket.
I was going back to the reservation, back to
my roots.
Mark would never find me there.
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I thought the show would be over after I
booked my flight.
I pulled myself together, walked back into the
house, and found them.
They’d moved their act to the living room,
locked in a passionate kiss.
Mark’s eyes were glazed with lust.
Brittany, the little viper, played him like a
fiddle, nipping at his ear.
“Don’t worry, Mark,” she purred, “she’s blind,
she can’t see us.”
She shot me a look, pure contempt in her
eyes.
Mark pinched her playfully. “Behave, she can’t
hear anything.”
“Oh, but isn’t this so hot?”
“Shoot, looks like we’re out,” Brittany
whispered, all smiles.
She nudged Mark, then flashed a sly grin my
way.
“Honey, could you grab the box of tissues
from the coffee table? My throat’s a little
scratchy.”
Mark, after a moment of hesitation, decided
to play along.
My face was pale.
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He was flushed, eyes heavy, holding onto
Brittany for dear life.
I fought to keep it together, my hands
clenched tight.
I glanced at the “tissues” on the table, those
weren’t tissues.
They were condoms.
Mark was asking me to fetch them condoms
so he could sleep with his mistress.
I played along.
I fumbled for the coffee table, grabbed the
box.
“Catching a cold? Should I get you some
juice?” I asked him, my voice shaking.
“Nah, I’ll take something and sleep it off,”
Brittany said, pulling him closer.
Then she whispered something naughty in his
ear, and Mark, blushing, told her to stop.
He gave me a look to ask for permission. He
grabbed the box from my hand.
“Get some rest, doll. I’ll sleep in the guest
room, don’t want to get you sick.”
Mark scooped up Brittany in his arms and
carried her to the guest room.
The moment they were gone, I burst into
tears.
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I’d decided to leave him, to move on.
I pulled out my cell phone and called my
grandmother.
“I’m ready to come home.”
“Are you sure, honey? Once you come back,
you can never leave again. You know we can’t
let outsiders know about our village. You
willing to give up Mark?”
Without hesitation, I said, “Yes.”
Silence.
“Alright, come back in a week.”
Once, I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving
Mark
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Now, he was making the choice for me.
I glanced at the closed guest room door, and
the sounds of heavy breathing and love
squeals.
“I’ve wasted too many years. I let my healing
gifts fade away, but now I’m ready to help my
people.”
“Good. I’ll be waiting at the edge of the
village when you get here.”
“I’ll be there.”
As soon as I hung up, Mark walked into the
living room.
His neck and chest were covered in hickeys.
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Brittany had clawed him with her nails during
their love making session.
He acted like he didn’t care that I could feel
the damage.
