All Chapters of Luna Pretending To Be Blind: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Yara’s PovDaniel moved us to the living room so we could settle the matter. Judy did not bother hiding her anger this time. She stood in the living room with Daniel beside her, her posture stiff and her fingers pressed tightly against the burned mark on her cheek. Every few seconds, she glanced in my direction, as if daring me to move the wrong way. I stood near the armchair, my cane resting against my leg, my gaze unfocused and deliberately dull.“She’s pretending,” Judy said sharply. “I’m telling you, Daniel, she can see again.”I shifted my weight slightly and tightened my grip on the cane. I made sure my eyes stayed just a little off, not quite meeting his face. “I don’t understand why you keep saying that,” I said calmly. “What would I gain from pretending to be blind?”Judy let out a bitter laugh. “Because it lets you get away with things. You attacked me and now you’re acting innocent.”Daniel frowned and looked between us. “Yara, did you know where Judy was standing when you

Yara’s PovRebecca stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me.“It’s so good to see you yara” She said softly. Her voice carried a pain I knew all too well. She hated seeing me like this.“It’s good to see you too” We held each other for a moment longer before finally pulling apart.“You’re shaking,” she said.“I don’t think I am,” I replied automatically.She pulled back just enough to look at my face. “Yara, you look like you crawled out of a wreck.”I swallowed. “It feels like I did.”The air outside felt cooler than inside the car. I leaned against the door for support, my legs still unsteady. Rebecca stayed close, one hand resting lightly at my back.“I thought I was going to die back there,” I said quietly. “At one point, I really thought that was it.”Rebecca didn’t interrupt. She never did when I spoke like this.“I kept thinking about my son,” I continued. “About how I wouldn’t even get to say goodbye.”Her jaw tightened. “That’s not gonna happen, not on my watch..”I nodd

Yara’s PovI didn’t know how long I slept, but I was jolted awake by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. My heart started racing instantly.It was Daniel. It had to be him. My mind began racing, what if Ethan had actually recognized me? What if he had told Daniel? What if Daniel was coming back home to tie up loose ends?I heard the front door open and his footsteps moved through the house. Slow. Measured. They stopped outside my door.I kept my breathing steady, eyes closed. After a moment, the footsteps moved away toward the nursery where Ryker was.I clenched my fists under the covers, forcing myself to stay calm. After a few minutes passed the footsteps returned and I felt him enter the room, he stood at the foot of the bed for a moment watching me.I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe any differently. After a long moment, he didn’t get into bed. Instead, I heard the soft sound of his phone unlocking. I stayed still. It seemed he was making a phone call.The call connected on t

Yara’s PovJudy’s room was the last place I needed to look. I believed Judy wouldn’t carry poison on her body, not when she could store it somewhere safer and more convenient. She liked things within reach, but only where no one would question her presence. The bed was neatly made, her belongings arranged with careful precision. I opened her wardrobe and checked her bags, her shoes, every pocket I could find. I searched the bathroom cabinets and the laundry basket.Still nothing.I pushed the thought aside and focused. I searched the drawers, the wardrobe pockets, and even the empty shoe boxes. I checked under the bed, behind the curtains, and inside storage bins tucked into corners. Her vanity was cluttered with luxury cosmetics, bottles and jars crowding the surface.I picked them up one by one, opening each lid and sniffing cautiously. I tapped the bottoms, checking for false compartments, then moved on to the bathroom. Cabinets, medicine boxes, cleaning supplies, and towels were

Yara’s PovThe moment I saw Daniel’s car pull back into the driveway through the window, my heart slammed hard against my ribs. I spun around and ran back into the study, my slippers slapping against the floor as if they were trying to betray me with every sound. My fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms, and my eyes locked onto the laptop screen like my life depended on it.The progress bar crawled forward at a pace that felt cruel. Each second dragged, heavy and slow. I could hear my own breathing, sharp and uneven, and underneath it, the distant sound of the front door opening downstairs. Then it closed. The click echoed in my head like a countdown.“Come on,” I whispered, my voice shaking despite my effort to keep it steady. “Please, just finish.”Footsteps sounded below, familiar and unmistakable. Daniel’s stride was firm, confident. Judy’s lighter steps followed closely behind him, always half a pace back, always close enough to be seen but far enough to pretend she