Semua Bab His Blind Daughter-In-Law: Bab 21 - Bab 30

She’s sitting in my chair.I know it. I can feel it.And just like that, I feel like a stranger in my own home.I fold my hands in my lap, fingers tightening until they almost hurt, doing everything I can not to let a single hint of it show.For now, the woman hasn’t said a word. Neither Anne nor Hunter has acknowledged her presence.And that tells me something else.Anne knows.A hollow laugh nearly slips out of me.They all know. Every single one of them. Joanna, too, most likely.I’m the only one left in the dark—the only one expected to stay there for as long as Hunter decides.“Is everything okay, Ivy?” Hunter asks, his voice coming from the chair right beside me.Well. At least he has the decency to sit next to me.Not that it means anything.I’d almost prefer he sat with his mistress instead of putting on this little domestic act right in front of her.“You haven’t even touched your food,” he adds.“Sorry,” I say. “I was thinking about something.”“About what?” he asks immediat

She gasps—but still refuses to say anything.“Don’t worry,” I say, smiling in her direction. “You’re not the only one. I have my own ways of dealing with it. Hunter hates it, but I like sneaking down for a midnight snack sometimes. Helps me relax.”I take another sip of water, acting like this is all completely normal. “You should try it. It’s actually kind of fun.”She still doesn’t respond, and I can almost feel the uncertainty rolling off her.Is she trying to figure out if I know the truth? If I’m messing with her?Good.Let her wonder.I turn slightly, as if I’m about to head back to my room. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it. Sleep tight.”I take a step forward—right into her space—stopping just inches from where she stands. I can feel her body heat, the way she tenses, but I don’t back away.“Oh, by the way…” I lean in closer, my breath ghosting against her ear, my voice dropping into something soft—dangerously soft. “Tell me… how does it feel? Living in my house. Taking my p

Over the next two days, Hunter found himself deeply occupied with urgent business matters. And when he wasn’t swamped with meetings, appointments, and site visits, he was making out with Cassey Denver—in his office, in his car, at her apartment, and sometimes even at his own home, now that Ivy was hospitalized for a few days.In between all of that, he was also busy making arrangements for Ivy’s upcoming birthday—coordinating with planners, finalizing reservations, and ensuring everything would be perfect. It was something he approached with the same precision he reserved for his business deals.He had already informed Ivy about his busy schedule, explaining that something urgent and absolutely unavoidable had come up at work so she wouldn’t feel bad about him not visiting her often. He might have also hinted that, for her upcoming birthday, he was working on something special as well.That way, even if she felt lonely or upset with him, it would be easier for her to forgive him once

Hunter glared at his phone screen. Hard.He hoped his alarm would go off any second now—enough to wake him from this dream that was starting to feel like a nightmare.He rubbed his eyes, waiting for the blaring sound to come. Soon. Very soon.It didn’t.And that’s when he knew it wasn’t some bizarre dream, but reality that simply didn’t feel real.Because clearly, it wasn't everyday things like this happened to him.Never before, it didn't."Are you even listening to me? Hunter!"Jerked awake by his mother’s muffled scream, Hunter brought the phone back to his ear, his head already throbbing with the frustration building inside him.“Yes. I’m here,” he gritted out, sounding calmer than he felt. “Don’t worry. I’ll head to the station right now and see what’s happening.”His mother was still saying something when he disconnected the call, not even bothering to listen.'It’s just a headache getting worse,' he told himself.“Hunter?” Cassey’s soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Wh

“Yes, sir!” Kyle said, a little too quickly. “Oh—and I was actually about to call you myself.”“For what?” Hunter asked, barely holding back the edge in his voice. Right now, he wasn’t in the mood for anything except getting back to Ivy.“A parcel came in for you,” Kyle continued. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to leave it on your desk or have it sent to your place.”“What parcel?”There was a brief pause on the other end.“Sir… you don’t remember?” Kyle sounded genuinely confused now. “Every year, on every occasion—your birthday, madam’s birthday—Mrs. Morgan gets a custom suit made for you. She’s been doing it ever since you got married.”Hunter went still.For a second, he said nothing.Of course.How the hell did he forget something like that?Every year, without fail, Ivy would do it. She would never say a word about it beforehand—just quietly prepare everything on her own and wait to surprise him. And every time, she got it right. The fit, the fabric, even the smallest details—l