All Chapters of His Blind Daughter-In-Law: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I hear her sharp intake of breath; the air almost stills. “What? No… I…”She’s not very good at lying. I can hear it in her voice. She knows. She has known for a while now. And she didn’t tell me.“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I didn’t want to say anything because… I didn’t want to hurt you.”I want to scream at her, tell her that lying to me hurt even more, but I bite my tongue. There’s no point in getting angry at her. She’s not the root of my problem—or my anger.“Mina,” I start to say, “I have known you for a whole five years. You have been kind to me, patient with me, and absolutely darling when it comes to taking care of me. In fact, in these five years, I have come to see you as a mother figure. Maybe it was the way you would put your hand on my head, or the way you would often tuck me in at night when Hunter was out of town. You took care of me when I was sick, and I know it wasn’t just because you were paid to do it, but because you truly cared for me. It reminded me of my mom,

The first thing that wakes me the next morning is the fragrance of freshly made pancakes wafting through the air.I take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent. It’s Hunter’s way of apologizing.For what? I don’t know.The reasons for which he should be apologizing are far and wide.He knows I can’t resist his pancakes, especially when he makes them with extra chocolate chips.I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I don’t know how long I slept, but it feels like I barely got a few hours.“Good morning, sweetheart,” I hear Hunter’s voice from the other side of the room. He sounds cheerful—almost too cheerful. “Did you sleep well?”I turn my head in his direction, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Like a log,” I lie.“Good,” he says, and I hear him moving closer. “I made your favorite breakfast. Why don’t you go freshen up, and I’ll have it ready for you in the dining room?”I nod, sliding out of bed. “Sure.”As I make my way to the bathroom, I hear him humming a tune. It’s th

[Ivy]Thankfully, the coffee burn wasn’t that severe.According to the doctor, the coffee wasn’t boiling hot, and after a bit of rest, Mina would be able to continue working with that hand in no time.The burn may leave a scar, but it could have been worse.I sigh into my chest upon hearing that.I don’t care about the scar. That can be treated. It’s Mina I was worried about—the terrible pain she had to endure… probably because of me.In hindsight, I should have foreseen this—that Hunter would do anything to stop me from learning the truth, no matter what that truth was or how far he had to go.My husband has been lying and deceiving me for so long that he’s genuinely afraid that if I stumble upon one of his lies, the whole damn mountain of them will collapse.It was only a matter of time.Well, turns out he isn’t as hopeless as I deemed him to be. He still has his guilt, his conscience, his need to keep his doting husband image as clean and perfect as possible.And the fact that I ma

"Uh, who was that?" Joanna's voice is laced with curiosity as I hear the sound of her fork clinking against her plate."Oh, it was Finn," I reply as I pick up my fork and take a bite of my food. "I asked him to do some errands for me. You know, just some boring household stuff.""Oh," she says, but there's some kind of judgment in her tone that I don't really like. "You know, this is probably the reason Hunter is always so worried about you. You trust literally anyone. I mean, look at this Finn guy. He's just a driver, but you treat him like he's your family. It's kind of weird, if you ask me."I stop eating, my grip tightening around the fork. "Finn has been with me for years, Joanna. He's more than just a driver. He's a good friend. And honestly, I don't see what's weird about that."By the time I'm done, I'm seething internally. I don't know what makes me more angry—the fact that she's insulting Finn or the sheer audacity of her trying to lecture me about who I should or shouldn't

[Ivy]I take Finn to the hospital.After the doctors finish tending to his wounds, I wait outside his room, restless and unable to sit still. The moment the doctor steps out, I rise to my feet before he can walk away.I already know he’s the doctor because I was the one who begged Grandpa to arrange for one while I sat in the back of the car, Finn’s head in my lap, my hands shaking the entire drive.Soft footsteps stop in front of me.The man lets out a quiet sigh.“Well, to be honest, if Mr. Maxford hadn’t intervened, seeing those injuries, any doctor or staff member in this hospital would have immediately called the police. This was clearly no accident.”No.It wasn’t.It was deliberate.Every single second of it.And it is something I know I will remember for the rest of my life.I suck in a sharp breath.“How’s Finn? Is he going to—”“The patient is stable,” the doctor says. “The injuries on his back were severe, but thankfully not critical. What concerns me most is the deep cut n