All Chapters of Luna Pretending To Be Blind: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Yara’s PovI watched Daniel’s face carefully when I mentioned how Judy was trying to replace me. His expression stiffened for just a second, so brief it would have been easy to miss if I hadn’t been watching him closely. Then he smiled, an awkward stretch of his lips that never quite reached his eyes, and reached out to touch Ryker’s small hand.“No one could ever replace you,” he said quickly. His voice sounded practiced, like he had said the same line many times before. “You shouldn’t think like that. Don’t upset yourself. You’ll scare Ryker.”I felt my throat tighten at his words, but I didn’t argue. I turned my gaze down to Ryker instead, brushing my palm over his soft cheek. His eyes were half open, unfocused, and I could feel how light his body was against mine. My heart felt heavy as I patted him gently, trying to calm both of us.“I know,” I said quietly. “I’m just tired.”There was a faint rustle by the doorway, almost too soft to hear. I didn’t need to look to know who it wa

Yara’s PovI returned home in the late afternoon, the sun already sinking low enough to cast long shadows across the driveway. My hair felt unfamiliar against my neck, lighter, shorter. Every step I took felt deliberate, like I was walking into a scene I had already rehearsed in my head.The moment I pushed the door open, I sensed the tension inside the house.Daniel was standing in the living room, his jacket still on, his posture stiff. Judy stood a few steps away from him, her head slightly lowered. Even before she turned, I saw it, the faint red mark on her cheek, already beginning to fade but still visible.Daniel noticed my shoes by the door and turned sharply.“Where did you go?” he asked, then stopped mid-sentence when his eyes landed on my hair.His gaze lingered, slow and assessing.Judy spun around, her eyes widening. For a second, pure shock flashed across her face. Then anger took over.“You went out?” she snapped. “Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving the house?”Her

Yara’s PovThe small golden key slid into the Safe’s key hole smoothly, as if it had been used often. That alone made my stomach twist. Daniel always claimed he rarely touched the safe, always insisted there was nothing in there worth worrying about.The lock clicked open.I pulled the door toward me and stared inside.At first glance, everything looked orderly. Too orderly. Files were stacked neatly, each labeled with dates and codes. Several folders were marked with familiar addresses, and it took me a second to realize they were properties I recognized.My properties.“No,” I whispered, my voice barely louder than air. “That can’t be right.”I pulled out the first folder and opened it. The words swam for a moment before they made sense. Mortgage documents. Not one, but two. The same property had been mortgaged twice, each loan taken out months apart.My name was listed as the owner.Daniel’s name was listed as the authorized signatory.I flipped to the next folder.The same thing.

Yara’s PovThe moment Judy drove off, I did not waste time wondering whether this made me cruel or calculating. I went straight to Judy’s room.Her door was not locked. It never was. Judy had always believed herself indispensable, trusted, untouchable. That confidence made people careless.I closed the door behind me and stood still for a moment, listening. The house was quiet. Daniel was not due back until late, and Judy would not return for hours.“That’s more than enough,” I murmured.I started with her bag. It sat on the chair like it always did, neatly arranged, the strap folded just so. Inside, everything was organized to an almost obsessive degree.Wallet. Phone charger. Makeup pouch. Keys.I opened the wallet first.Her ID card stared back at me, her photo carefully chosen, her expression soft and obedient. I took out my phone and snapped clear photos of the front and back, making sure every detail was readable.Next was her bank card.I hesitated only for a second before phot

Yara’s PovThe moment I stepped away from the camp office, my legs felt weak, but I forced myself to keep moving. My mind was racing faster than my body could follow, replaying every detail again and again, searching for the point where everything had gone wrong.I tried hard to remember things from years ago. The memories started coming back one after another. I remembered the time when I first noticed that Jeremiah’s voice sounded different. Back then, Daniel casually said the child just had a sore throat. But when I think about it now, I can still faintly remember Jeremiah’s voice. There was something in it that sounded like he was trying to ask for help.Daniel had brushed it off at the time. He said the child was only throwing a tantrum because he did not want to go to summer camp. I believed him. I even comforted the boy and told him to behave.Thinking about it now made my whole body feel cold. The more I went over it in my mind, the more afraid I became. It felt like something