Then I noticed a scar above his eyebrow.
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Suddenly, I remembered the boy who had pushed me off the swing.
“You’re the reason I lost my sight!” I cried.
Nigel admitted he’d recognized me when we first met. He had spent years studying medicine, hoping to restore my vision, but he hid his identity because he was ashamed and afraid I’d reject him.
Heartbroken, I went home and discovered years of research bearing my name. He had been working toward this breakthrough long before we started dating.
When Nigel arrived, he explained everything. He confessed that his guilt had followed him since childhood and that he had dedicated his career to finding a way to help me.
“You should have told me,” I said.
“I know. I was wrong,” he whispered.
I was furious that he’d hidden the truth, but I couldn’t ignore the years he’d spent trying to give me back my sight.
