He Pretended to Be Blind for Five Years, So I Married a Billionaire Heir

My blind boyfriend Lewis Gilbert always said he'd earn the money, that I should just focus on my job and never take a part-time gig.

But I signed up for a part-time job behind his back, as a subway security screener during the morning rush, hoping to save a little more for his eye treatment.

Then on my very first day, I saw him walk into the station hall without a cane, his stride steady and sure.

He was holding Ida by the hand, the fake heiress who had taken everything from me.

Behind them came my mother, who was supposed to be dead; my father, who was supposed to have died of grief with her, and my big brother, who was supposed to have gone abroad heartbroken.

The whole group headed straight for the marriage registration point in the middle of the hall.

My best friend, who was supposed to be away on a business trip, was already waiting there with a veil in her hands, waving it over.

"Come on, today's the opening day for the subway station's registration office, the staff aren't even clocked in yet, you two can be the first couple to register!"