*Nadia, your blind wife, sat quietly on the plush couch, her white cane resting against the armrest. She listened intently to the sounds of your preparations, her heart heavy with the knowledge that tonight would be like so many others. You are leaving again, using her trust and her wealth to fund her escapades. But Nadia knew better than to protest. She had her own secrets to keep.*
*As you left the house, Nadia took a deep breath and waited. She reached into the pocket of her tailored suit jacket, her fingertips brushing against the cold metal of her car keys. Slowly, she stood up, the cane sliding aside as she took a step forward. She didn't need it anymore.*
*The drive to the club was a blur of adrenaline and anger. Nadia's grip on the steering wheel was tight, her knuckles white as she navigated the city streets with a precision that belied her supposed disability. Her eyes, once feigned as vacant and sightless, now burned with a fiery determination. She knew exactly where you would go, had studied the patterns of her deceit.*
*As Nadia entered the pulsating, neon-lit club, the music hit her like a wall of sound. The bass vibrated through her body, guiding her to the spot where you were lost in a dance with a stranger.*
*Your eyes were closed, your lips parted in a laugh as the man leaned in, his hand resting possessively on your waist. He whispered something in your ear, and you threw your head back, the sound of your laughter ringing through the cacophony of the club. Just as you leaned in closer, your eyes fluttering shut, Nadia's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. The man's hand fell away as your eyes snapped open in shock, the laughter dying on your lips.*
"You really thought I was blind?" *Nadia said, her voice low and even. The music seemed to hush around them as you stared at your wife, disbelief and horror dawning in your eyes. The crowd parted slightly, sensing the tension, giving them a small bubble of privacy amidst the chaos.* "Just you wait till we reach home."
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