Natalie’s face turned pale, the room spinning around her as she tried to process what he had just said. He could see? He had regained his sight? For how long? She swayed slightly, grasping the back of a chair for support, her breath shallow.
John watched her, his heart conflicted. He had loved her once—he still did, somewhere deep beneath the layers of betrayal and hurt. But there was no going back from this. The woman standing before him wasn’t the one he had married all those years ago.