The billionaire CEO regretted abandoning his wife for his ex-lover.

I suffer from severe night blindness.

For three years, my fiancé Evan promised that he would always be my eyes when I was in darkness.

It wasn't until we were traveling down the mountain that we encountered some treacherous peaks.

Just because my first love casually mentioned having a headache, he abandoned me without hesitation.

"I can't see anything, please don't leave me!"

I pleaded desperately.

He sneered, "You don't need to pretend. It's just because you're jealous. You're being unreasonable."

After saying that, he turned and left.

In the bitter cold where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, I lost my footing and fell more than 20 meters off a cliff, shattering to pieces.

After I died, I became a lonely ghost and watched helplessly as his first love hacked into my social media account, posting fake vacation updates to convince Evan that I was just being unreasonable and throwing a tantrum.

The heartbroken parents confronted her, and he pushed my mother to the ground for his first love, causing a fatal intracranial hemorrhage.

He cruelly destroyed my entire family without ever showing the slightest remorse.

It wasn't until the police slammed the blood-stained engagement ring and the cold morgue photo onto the interrogation table and told him about my death that he was informed.

This time, he, who was always arrogant, broke down and begged me to come back.

Chapter 1

Audrey POV:

On the night I fell to my death, my fiancé abandoned me alone on a steep, undeveloped canyon cliff because his first love, his white moonlight, was complaining of a headache.

I suffer from severe night blindness.

Every time the sun sets, my world is plunged into darkness, and I am completely blind.

Evan Lane knew this better than anyone else.

Three years ago, when he put the engagement ring on my finger, he held me tightly in his arms and made a solemn vow.

"Audrey, I will always be your eyes," he said to me.

"You will never be afraid of the dark again."

Back then, I was completely open and honest, and I believed it without a doubt.

However, everything changed three weeks ago when his first love, Bianca Baron, returned from Europe.

Five years ago, Bianca dumped him without looking back in order to pursue her modeling career in Paris.

He was devastated by this, and I stayed by his side, comforted him, and helped him get out of his grief.

He also swore to me that he would never care about that woman again.

But from the moment she stepped back into the city, Evan was like a different person.

Taking advantage of the Independence Day holiday, Evan insisted on organizing a sunset hike, choosing the remote and rugged "Deadly Ridge" as the route-a place full of loose rocks and cliffs, with no guardrails along the way.

He also invited his sister, Carla Lane, who is also my best friend since college.

They even called Bianca.

I didn't want to go.

I told Evan that hiking on those treacherous trails at dusk was too dangerous for me.

But Evan just waved his hand impatiently, ignoring my worries.

"Audrey, can't you stop being so antisocial?" he yelled at me irritably in the kitchen.

"Biancarlo made time to come with us. Don't you have hiking poles? And I'll be with you the whole time."

Kara rolled her eyes and grabbed her backpack:

"Hey Audrey, can you stop being such a spoilsport? You're acting like you can't take care of yourself. Who are you trying to get attention with?"

To make Evan happy, I had no choice but to swallow my fear and go with him.

As we reached the cliff halfway up the mountain, the orange-red sunset on the horizon gradually faded into a dark purple.

The mountain road narrowed into a dirt and rock path less than a meter wide, with a jagged, bottomless abyss on the left.

As the shadow lengthened, my heart pounded faster and faster, and my chest tightened.

My vision began to blur, and the edge of the path beneath my feet gradually turned into a patch of black snowflakes.

Suddenly, Bianca stopped and covered her forehead.

She leaned softly into Evan's arms and began to whimper softly.

"Evan, my head hurts so much..." Bianca murmured weakly.

"The altitude is too high, I feel so dizzy... I think I'm about to faint."

Evan's face changed instantly, his eyes filled with panic.

He quickly put his arm around Bianca's waist and held her tightly in his arms.

"Hang in there, Bianca, I'm here." Evan's voice was incredibly gentle, a tenderness I hadn't heard in months.

He turned to go down the mountain and instructed Kara:

"Carla, grab her bag, let's go back to the parking lot now."

A wave of panic gripped my throat.

I frantically reached out and grabbed Evan's coat sleeve.

"Evan, please don't leave me," I pleaded, my voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Look at the sky, the sun is about to set. In ten minutes, it will be pitch black, and I can't walk on this road by myself!"

Evan forcefully swung his arm and roughly pulled my hand away.

"Audrey, stop being unreasonable!" Evan's voice was cold and impatient.

"Bianca has suddenly fallen ill! She has a history of severe migraines. I need to take her down the mountain to the car to take her medication."

"Then take me with you!" Tears welled up in my eyes as I pleaded desperately.

"I'll hold your backpack, as long as I can hold your hand!"

"You walk as slowly as a snail," Kara interrupted me coldly, glaring at me with disgust.

"Bringing you along will only hold us back and make Bianca suffer more! You sit on that big rock and wait a while. Once Bianca is settled in the car, Evan will climb up to pick you up."

Evan nodded indifferently:

"Stay put, Audrey. I'll be back in forty minutes. Don't move."

Before I could say another word, the three of them turned and quickly walked down the mountain.

I stood frozen on that narrow, steep dirt road.

Just a few minutes later, the last rays of sunlight disappeared completely behind the mountain ridge.

The darkness did not spread slowly like a shadow, but rather like a heavy, thick black wall that suddenly pressed me down.

Night blindness completely swallowed up the world in front of me.

I can't see the rocks behind me.

I can't see the sheer cliff beside me.

I can't even see the hiking boots I'm wearing.

The biting mountain wind howled through the canyon, easily tearing through my thin trench coat.

My legs buckled and I collapsed to my knees, pressing my hands firmly against the cold, rough gravel, terrified that the slightest movement would send me tumbling off the cliff.

Thirty minutes have passed.

An hour has passed.

Two hours have passed.

The temperature plummeted to four or five degrees Celsius, and the chill was bone-chilling.

My teeth were chattering uncontrollably. I had been huddled in the pile of rubble for a long time, and my legs had long since gone numb from the cold.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, displaying a low battery warning.

With trembling, stiff fingers, I pulled out my phone.

The glaring screen light made my vision blur even more, but I still pressed Evan's speed dial button by feel.

The phone rang four times before it was answered.

"What is it now, Audrey?" Evan's voice was loud and irritating.

In the background, there was the crisp sound of glasses clinking and cheerful, melodious music.

I heard Bianca's sweet, soft laughter and Kara's unrestrained laughter.

They weren't in the parking lot at the foot of the mountain at all.

They were in the restaurant.

"Evan..." I choked out into the microphone, my voice frozen and broken.

"Where are you? It's pitch black here, I can't see anything... I'm freezing to death, please come and get me..."

Bianca's sweet yet sarcastic voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Oh dear, is Audrey still playing the victim and acting weak? Tell her we ordered baked lobster with cheese."

Kara chuckled in response:

"Tell her, if you're so capable, take a ride-hailing service up the mountain to find us, haha!"

Evan let out a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone; his patience had run out.

"Audrey, haven't you made enough of a scene?"

"Evan, I'm not making a scene!" I screamed in terror.

"You promised you'd come back for me! You know I have night blindness! I'm stuck on the edge of a cliff and can't move!"

"Shut up, Audrey!" Evan snapped, his tone harsh and cruel.

"I've had enough of you using your fake night blindness as an excuse to control my life and ruin every single trip!"

"I wasn't pretending!"

"You're an adult," Evan said coldly.

"Turn on your phone's flashlight and roll down the mountain yourself. We're having dinner at the resort. If you want to eat, come down yourself. If you want to put on airs, then you can just stay up there and die."

"Evan, don't hang up! Please! My phone only has four percent battery left-"

"Beep..." The call ended.

The screen went black instantly, and the phone shut down completely.

The deathly silence of the empty canyon instantly swallowed me up.

A deep, unfathomable, agonizing pain spread rapidly through my chest.

He's not coming back at all.

He abandoned me here, leaving me to fend for myself.

The howling wind grew even more fierce, rustling the withered bushes beside the path.

I knew that if I sat on the mountain on such an extremely cold night, I would die of hypothermia before dawn.

I must save myself.

I used both my hands and feet to crawl forward with difficulty, clinging to the cold mud.

I felt around with my palms among the sharp pebbles, trying to pinpoint the center of the mountain path.

His palms were cut by sharp stones, bleeding profusely, with skin torn and flesh exposed.

I crawled forward three steps, enduring the pain.

My left hand reached forward again, searching for solid ground, but all I touched was empty air.

The loose gravel below his knees collapsed with a heart-stopping crack.

My body suddenly tilted to the side.

I frantically tried to grab any branch or protruding rock, but my fingertips only futilely scraped across the bare, loose soil.

The relentless force of gravity pulled me down into the abyss.

I fell into the boundless darkness, my body crashing heavily against the rugged, steep rock face.

The leg bone and ribs snapped instantly, producing a crisp, ear-piercing cracking sound.

After tumbling down a vertical rock wall more than 20 meters high, I crashed hard onto the dry, cold rocky beach at the bottom of the valley.

The violent impact blew all the air out of my lungs.

Hot, viscous blood gushed from the top of his head, pooling into a puddle of blood below his neck.

I can't move my arm.

I can't breathe.

A deep, rumbling sound suddenly came from above the canyon, echoing throughout the entire valley.

The city's Independence Day fireworks display has begun.

Several miles away, brilliant red, dazzling gold and emerald green streaks of light pierce the night sky, their faint glow illuminating the floating clouds above the canyon.

With my dying, unfocused eyes, I gazed up at that fleeting, brilliant light.

I devoted three years of my youth to loving Evan Lane with all my heart.

Tonight, I paid for his betrayal with my own life.

My heart gave one last, weak twitch before stopping completely.