Reclaiming My Life: A Heiress's ​Counterattack

I, Nadine Cross, transplant the nerves from my own hands to my boyfriend's "sister", who loses the use of both her hands in an accident. With that, Irene Sawyer's painting skills improve tremendously. However, I lose function in both hands. I can't even lift a glass of water. My boyfriend, Thomas Graham, tearfully promises that he will forever be grateful to me and will take care of me for the rest of my life. Because I love him, I silently endure the agony of rehabilitation treatments. But one day, I accidentally discover that his so-called sister, Irene, is actually his lover. I confront him, but they tie me up. "Since your hand nerves work so well, your optic nerves should be good too. Irene's eyesight hasn't been great lately. If you're going to help, then you should help her all the way. Give her your eyes, Nadine," Thomas demands. I fall into despair as I watch them approach me with surgical knives. Thomas says, "Don't hate me. You've already lost function in both hands. Your eyes won't do you much good when you're in this state. I'm just making the rational choice." Boundless darkness descends. When I open my eyes again, I am back at the time right before the nerve transplant surgery. This time, I get a dog's nerves instead.