The park was my refuge—until it became the place where I learned my wife wanted me blind.
I’d been losing my vision gradually, relying completely on my spouse. But when a homeless girl approached me with an impossible claim—that she could help me see again—I listened. What she revealed was more terrifying than darkness: my wife was deliberately poisoning my tea to destroy my sight completely.
At first I refused to believe. Then I remembered—the unusual aftertaste in my morning coffee. My wife’s nervous glances when I drank it. Her sudden “phone calls” that conveniently removed her when my vision worsened each day.
Testing proved the girl right. My drinks contained toxins causing my blindness. Worse, my business partner was in on the scheme—they planned to declare me incompetent and take control of my company.
When I confronted them with evidence, my wife collapsed in tears. The girl who saved me? I found her months later in a shelter. Now she has a home, and I have a daughter. Doctors say I may regain partial sight, but I’ve already seen life’s most important truth: evil wears familiar faces, while angels often appear as strangers.
