Blindsided by Karma: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge

After waiting in line for three whole years, a matched pair of donor corneas finally became available.

Yet just because his childhood best friend whined that she “wanted to see what corneas look like,” my fiancé went behind my back, intercepted them, and had them moved from the hospital.

Naturally, his precious little friend clumsily dropped the transport cooler. The preservation fluid leaked, the vials shattered, and the corneas were completely ruined.

Furious, I lashed out at him for being so utterly reckless.