My Husband Lost Control Over Him

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When my first love, Costa, showed up at my door soaking wet and blind in one eye, I suddenly understood why Louis had brought his childhood friend Amandawho had heart problemsinto our home to take care of her.

The destructive power of a first love really isn't something to underestimate.

I immediately felt sorry for him and let Costa stay in the villa.

After all these years, he'd become frail and melancholic.

I had no choice but to comfort him, care for him, devote all my attention to himI even forgot to compete with Amanda for Louis's affection, forgot to fight with him.

But Louis lost it. Eyes red, he demanded, "Miranda, I'm your husband. Why are you always taking Costa's side?"

The next time I saw Costa, it was pouring rain outside.

I leaned against the eaves by the villa entrance, staring at the pitch-black sky, my heart full of despair.

Amanda said she'd never seen the ocean, so Louis forgot our anniversary, dropped all his work, and took her to the Maldives.

This wasn't the first time.

Ever since Amanda came back from abroad, everything about her came before me.

When we ate, we had to order her favorite dishes. When we went out, we had to go where she wanted to go.

I kept telling myself that Amanda had heart problems, that she was pitiful, that I should be accommodating.

Until Louis's birthday, when I put on the sexy red dress he loved most and straddled his lap.

Louis's breathing instantly became ragged as he pinned me down roughly.

Just then, a special ringtone sounded.

I knew itthat was the ringtone Louis had set specifically for Amanda.

How I wished he would ignore it, be consumed by desire for me.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as I hoped.

The ringtone only rang for three seconds before the lust in his eyes completely vanished.

After answering the call and saying just a couple sentences, he grabbed his jacket and rushed out the door.

Leaving me alone, disheveled on the couch.

Even then I was still consoling myselfwhat if something really had happened to Amanda?

After all, her health really was poor.

It took me a long time to calm myself down.

But as soon as I opened my phone, I saw the Twitter post Amanda had just made.

In the photo was a shabby-looking cake with crooked English letters and a crudely drawn design.

My gaze was instantly drawn to a finger accidentally visible in the corner of the photo.

On that finger was the same wedding ring as mine. It was Louis.

I instinctively wanted to make excuses for them, but Amanda's caption left my mind blank.

She wrote: [The knight didn't break his oath and will always protect the princess, but this time the princess wasn't hurtinstead, she prepared a little surprise for the knight. The princess made this cake with her own hands! Happy birthday, my most loyal knight~]

So nothing had happened to her at all.

My heart felt like it had been split open, bloody and raw. The pain made my eyes well up with tears. I curled into a ball, trembling uncontrollably.

The next day at noon, I had a huge fight with Louis when he got back from Amanda's place.

This fight didn't end wellLouis brought Amanda directly into our home.

Of course I didn't agree. I hysterically told her to get out of our house.

Amanda had a heart attack on the spot and was rushed to the hospital.

After that, my life seemed to fall into a loop.

Starting with fighting with Louis, ending with Amanda in the hospital, over and over again.

Now, all I had left was exhaustion.

Even with all the lights in the house turned on, I couldn't feel any warmthonly loneliness.

Just then, I looked up as if sensing something, and met a pair of eyes both familiar and strange.

It was Costa. He stood under a streetlight not far away, looking very different.

He'd gotten thinner, no longer had that reckless arrogance, and his slightly long hair covered one eye.

He wasn't holding an umbrella. Rain had soaked through his white shirt, making him look miserable and pitiful.

Suddenly, he trembled, as if realizing I was watching him, and immediately turned to leave.

But something seemed wrong with his body. After just two steps, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

I instantly forgot my sadness and rushed into the rain to help him up.

"Costa, are you okay?"

By the dim light of the streetlamp, I finally got a clear look at Costa's face and asked in surprise, "What happened to your eye?"

One of Costa's eyes had turned completely gray, cloudy and dull, with no light in it at all.

He turned his head away, hiding his entire face in shadow, and said in a trembling voice, "This eye... can't see..."

My heart ached terribly. He was my first love from my youthI never imagined he'd end up like this.

I helped him into the house and handed him a clean towel. "Go take a hot shower quick, don't catch a cold!"

Costa nodded silently, head down, unbuttoning his shirt.

I quickly turned around. "You wash up first, I'll get you some clean clothes."

I hurried to the walk-in closet and grabbed one of Louis's pajama sets, only to find Costa still standing at the bathroom door, his fingers clumsily struggling with the buttons.

Seeing my confused look, Costa lowered his head awkwardly. "After I went blind in this eye, my coordination got messed up. The doctor said I have sensory integration disorder..."

As he spoke, he shivered, his lips losing their color and turning pale.

I immediately lost all rational thought, put down the clothes and rushed over. "It's okay, I'll help you!"

Costa stood still obediently, watching me undo his buttons one by one.

My fingers accidentally brushed against his ice-cold skin. He trembled slightly, then his ears turned bright red.

He suddenly grabbed my hand and said quietly, "I... I can do it myself..."

I also belatedly felt embarrassed and was about to let go when I heard an angry shout from the doorway.

"Miranda, what are you doing?!"

I turned around to find Louis standing in the doorway, his shoulders more than half soaked.

I couldn't help frowning. "Why did you come back?"

"If I didn't come back, should I wait for you to sleep with another man?"

Louis's face was full of anger, but I just found it absurd.

"Louis, watch your mouth. Costa is an old friend of mine. There's nothing going on between us!"

"Nothing? I saw you undressing him with my own eyes. Where's the nothing?"

"Are you done? I already told you..."

Just as I was about to start arguing with Louis, Costa grabbed my hand.

"Miranda, it's all my fault. Please don't fight with Louis because of me."

After saying this, he bowed to Louis.

"Louis, don't misunderstand Miranda. I'm not well, she was just helping me. Today I only wanted to see Miranda one time. Now that I have, I'll leave. I won't disturb you two."

His voice was trembling as he spoke.

I immediately softened, grabbing his hand. "Costa, ignore him. You stay here for the next few days. I'll take good care of you."

"Miranda, are you crazy? Who brings a member of the opposite sex into their home to take care of?"

Just as Louis finished speaking, a soft voice came from behind him.

"Louis, are you fighting with Miranda because of me again?"

Louis's expression froze. He couldn't speak for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Amanda stepped forward. When she saw Costa, she also froze for a moment.

But the next second, her eyes turned red, and she said to me almost pleadingly, "It's all my fault, Miranda. I shouldn't have said I'd never seen the ocean. Then Louis wouldn't have abandoned you to take me to the Maldives."

"Luckily it rained heavily today and the plane couldn't take off. Tonight, let Louis stay with you. I'll leave right now."

Louis immediately looked distressed. "Amanda, you don't need to leave. This is your home. You can stay as long as you want!"

Normally, I would start fighting with Louis again, demanding to know why he could make decisions about a house that was half mine.

But now, I immediately nodded in agreement.

"That's right, Costa, same for you. This is your home. Stay as long as you want. Don't worry about what anyone else says."

Louis looked at me in disbelief. "Miranda, are you calling me 'anyone else'? Have you forgotten I'm your husband?"

Hearing this, before I could react, Amanda clutched her chest and said softly, "Louis, it hurts."

Louis immediately forgot everything and carried Amanda back to her room.

I also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ushered Costa off to shower.

Then I found Louis's most expensive silk four-piece bedding set and made up the guest room.

After getting everything ready, I ran back to wait outside the bathroom door.

Costa had sensory integration disorderI was worried he might have difficulty with something.

While waiting, I happened to run into Louis coming downstairs to get medicine for Amanda.

He looked at me with a cold laugh. "Miranda, you don't need to play nanny to another man just to spite me."

I was about to curse him for his audacity when I heard the bathroom door open.

Louis's eyes widened instantly, his voice rising in disbelief. "Miranda, you actually gave this man my pajamas to wear!"

Costa, fresh from his shower, immediately looked flustered, pressing his lips together. "Miranda, I didn't know these were Louis's clothes. I'll go change back right now."

I quickly grabbed him. "Change what? Your clothes are soaking wet. Just wear these."

Then I turned to scold Louis. "Can you not be so petty? You can't spare a single outfit?"

Louis's chest heaved up and down with anger. "Is this about the clothes? Miranda, do you remember who the man of this house is?"

Just then, Amanda suddenly emerged from her room.

"Louis, what's going on? Why is it taking you so long to get the medicine?"

She was wearing my matching couple's pajamas with Louis, on her hand was the bracelet Louis gave me for my birthday, and in her hair was the Miu Miu clip I'd bought last week.

Louis fell uncharacteristically silent.

He put the medicine in Amanda's hand, and when she tried to make him stay, he said, "You rest first. I still have something to do."

Then he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the bedroom.

He clearly had something to say, but I didn't want to hear it.

I kicked him away and walked out.

Only after I'd completely settled Costa in did I return to the bedroom.

Louis had been waiting for me for a long time.

He sat by the window, surrounded by smoke, the ashtray in front of him full of cigarette butts.

I frowned as I walked over and pushed the window open.

"All you do is smoke. Can't you learn from Costa? He never smokes!"

Louis nearly choked, coughing for a long time before recovering, saying through gritted teeth, "Miranda, is there nothing else you can talk about besides Costa?"

"No. Just like there's nothing you can talk to me about besides Amanda."

Hearing me mention Amanda's name, Louis's expression became impatient again. He was about to say I was being petty when he turned and saw the anniversary cake sitting on the table.

Lonely and forgotten.

Only then did he suddenly remember that today was our five-year wedding anniversary.

Louis's tone softened abruptly.

"Miranda, I'm sorry. I forgot today was our anniversary. I'll make it up to you."

"I've already scheduled Amanda's heart surgery. After she recovers, I'll send her away, okay?"

When Louis turned gentle, his eyes were like a deep pool that could drown a person.

I almost agreed.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Costa's voice came through.

"Miranda, are you asleep?"

I completely ignored Louis's face turning black and rushed to open the door.

"Not yet. What's wrong?"

Costa's eyelashes lowered, his fingers clutching the hem of his clothes tightly, looking very anxious. "Miranda, I... after I lost my sight, I developed anxiety disorder. I'm a little scared. I can't sleep..."

How could there be such a pitiful person in this world!

My heart ached unbearably. I grabbed Costa's hand and coaxed him softly. "Don't be afraid. I'll stay with you. I'll leave after you fall asleep."

I helped him back to his room, but Louis panicked and blocked our way, demanding, "Miranda, how can you go sleep with another man? I'm your husband!"

Costa didn't say anything, just turned red-eyed, and the scales in my heart completely tipped in his favor.

I shielded him behind me and glared at Louis. "Louis, can you have some perspective? Can't you see Costa's not well? What's wrong with accommodating him?"

Our argument was probably too loud and disturbed Amanda. She stood in the doorway holding a stuffed rabbit, looking somewhat panicked at Louis.

"Louis, I just had a terrible nightmare and I'm having trouble breathing. Can you stay with me? Just for a little while."

Louis fell silent again.

Ever since Amanda moved into the house, Louis had been keeping her company almost every night.

After a long while, Louis finally spoke. "Amanda, we're not kids anymore. It's not appropriate for me to stay with you. If you're scared, just sleep with the lights on."

Amanda's face went deathly pale, tears instantly filling her eyes, but she nodded obediently.

But I knew she wouldn't give up that easily.

Sure enough, she'd barely been in her room before there was a loud crash.

Louis immediately kicked the door open and found Amanda collapsed weakly on the floor.

He couldn't care about me and Costa anymore and rushed Amanda to the hospital.

I didn't bother with him and took Costa back to the room.

As he'd said, his anxiety disorder was really severe. He kept waking up with a start, only settling back to sleep after confirming I was still beside him.

I stayed with Costa all night, while Louis stayed with Amanda all night.

When he dragged his exhausted body home, he discovered that Costa and I were already gone.

Costa said he wanted to see the stars, so I took time off to bring him to Hawaii.

When we came back, Louis and I both had work, plus he had to take care of Amanda and I had to take care of Costa. We incredibly didn't see each other even once.

After coming home for the thirty-seventh time without finding me there, Louis finally couldn't take it anymore.

He had someone investigate all of Costa's background.

The moment he looked at the file, he couldn't help cursing.

"Fuck, he's three years older than me. How dare he call me 'brother'?"

After cursing for a good while, Louis continued reading.

The further he read, the more serious his expression became.

Halfway through, he canceled all his work and drove home.

I was at work, Amanda was at the hospitalonly Costa was home alone.

Louis didn't alert anyone. He quietly pushed open the door.

His eyes widened in shock.

Costa was actually...