Adore His Blind Wife Novels & Stories

I said. "Love is blind, Adeline. My first wife, Emily. She was a waitress in the bar where I go often, we met first time there when she was assigned our table and she spilled coffee on me. I was smitten by her and after dating her for an year, we got married." He told me about his wife, his first love with a serene smile on his face. I felt a tug in my heart for an unknown reason. I shouldn't be feeling in this way for this man. I have to stop myself from losing in the same lane.

Doris flared up, getting annoyed at Adi's shamelessness. "Neither you, then again life isn't fair. You do not value his attention nor his obvious love towards you, do you think I can't see. Even a blind man can tell that he's head over heels for you, so when I realized, I did what every available lady would do. I made myself available for him, he's human and also needs love and attention, but if his wife can't give him the care he needs. . . someone else has to do it."

“No, Clovey. I never meant for that to happen in our home.” I smirk bitterly. “Oh, so you meant for it to happen outside our home? So did you think that I would never find out that you were sleeping with Daisy, because I’m blind?” My voice tightens. “Why, Zade? Was I not good enough? Was I a burden to you because I’m blind?” The entire time, he’s shaking his head no. “I don’t understand how a husband who claims he still loves me sleeps with his best friend, gets her pregnant, and thinks his wife would never find out. Blind or not. So why, Zade?”

I remove his hands from me, eager to wash his touch off me as soon as possible. “Of course I know. I was blind, not stupid. And the fact that you thought you could get away with anything as long as your wife was blind and trusted you even more blindly makes me hate you even more.” I look at him with disgust. “It makes me sick.”

Spying. His blue eyes went wide at the thought of being discovered but instead of looking away, his lustful eyes feasted on the twin creamy white orbs; the sight only succeeded in adding fuel to the fire that was already his predicament. ‘’Oh God, tell me you did not just do that?’’ Eduardo demanded after he had recovered from his bewildered state. Adele only rolled her eyes. Her husband could be as clueless as a child sometimes. ‘’What do you mean dear? Of course I did that.’’ She said it like it was the obvious thing to do.

“We are married. What are you embarrassed about? Is my husband planning to sleep on the floor forever?” He sat down carefully. I leaned against his shoulder and played with his fingers. “I have a question. We barely knew each other before. Why are you so good to me?” “What counts as good?” His voice had gone rough. “Aren't you afraid people will say you married the woman your third brother did not want?” His body stiffened. Then he said gently, “Do not say that. Marrying you is my blessing. Adrian was blind not to treasure you.” Something soft brushed across my heart.

He pulled the cap to throw it to the ground and turned to scream at it and topped it not interested in what you will say then strongly before it and then its charms harshly to satisfy his desire again and contained her hands well \" Watch out for this rule well.. The worst punishment I punish you is not to let you get your craving my dear wife, and after testing it over with me I have stopped doing it, and you are so if it happens and this is repeated my reaction will not be good.. Is this my little concept؟ \" \" And did you think I wanted you to have your pleasure after everything you did with me.. Adam hates you, and I hate everything related to you, you and his strange ups and downs.. G

A month later, while browsing the news, I came across a viral headline that read, "Shocking! Man Blinds His Wife for His Childhood Sweetheart—Only to Find Out She Was Faking It, So He Takes Her Eyes Instead!" The post started with a video. The footage was taken inside Cedric's home. Cedric was frantically trying to dig out Celine's corneas with his hands, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get them out.

In that moment, the only thing I could think of was having that body pressed against mine, or that drooling bulge of his cock between my legs, soothing the ache in my core. From his broad shoulders to his defined calves, he was everything I imagined a man could be. Everything but his eyes. Those pale, unseeing irises reminded me of the reality I kept trying to ignore: I had married a blind man. “Rain. Wifey.” His voice jolted me out of my thoughts, and a loud gasp escaped my lips. Wifey? Did he really just call me that? I froze. My throat felt dry. I wanted to respond, but the words was caught somewhere between my mind and my mouth. I couldn’t answer.

“Stay for eight months, play the good wife, and St. Catherine’s keeps helping all those children you care so much about. Leave now, and I will make one call tomorrow morning. Your choice.” I stared at him, this monster wearing my husband’s face. “Why?” My voice broke. “Why are you doing this? Why do you hate me so much?” He was quiet for a long moment. Then he scoffed, the sound sharp and dismissive. “You want to know why?” He picked up both suitcases and started toward the elevator. “Blame yourself for being stupid.” I gasped not expecting his words. “I didn’t force you to marry me, Aria. You walked down that aisle with stars in your eyes, thinking this was some fairy tale.”