Novel & Cerita Adore His Blind Wife

"That's right." He followed me into the house and saw our wedding photo. His eyes were filled with resentment, and his voice grew firmer. "You don't love Sinead as much as I do. Sinead told me you even made her go without food for several nights. I came here to tell you that even if I can't legally marry her, I'm still going to be with her." He looked like a brave young man defending the love of his life. I froze slightly. "So, you knew all along?"

"Or did you love the idea of having a wife? The status of being married, having a Luna, presenting a complete family unit to your pack? Because Matthew, love requires seeing someone as they actually are, not just what they can provide for you. And by your own admission, you never saw Bianca at all." My hands were clenched so tight my nails drew blood. "What do you want me to say?" "I want you to admit the truth. Not to me—I already know it. To yourself." She paused. "You married Bianca knowing you didn't love her. You spent four years using her labor and dedication while offering nothing genuine in return. You prioritized another woman over her repeatedly, openly, without regard for how it a

"So that's why you're so desperate to divorce me. It's because of him." I turned to see Hugo, who was leaning against the wall. He was watching the drama play out like it was his personal entertainment. He chuckled. "Are you divorcing this piece of trash because I'm back, Ava?" Simon ground his teeth and glared at him. "Who are you calling trash?" Hugo's smile was brilliant, like warm sunshine. "Ava is a treasure, and I'm a top model in the fashion world. Who else could the trash be? If we have to give it a name, it'd be Simon Jensen."

His large hands held onto her jaw roughly as her back collided with the glass wall. All her playful attitude got replaced by sheer fear as her eyes met his cold ones. His grip on her jaw was painful showing he was in no mood to play. "I am a married man now Miss Amanda Claire.No matter how good of a Fu** you were I would never cheat on my wife! Do you get it?" She nodded as the first tear of rejection left her eyes. She knew she was being selfish and childish to demand something like this from him but she had to give it a try.

His wife was the most beautiful woman he have seen, warmer than the sun, and brightest as the stars. So bright that he went blind on his belief. His wife a devotee follower of the Earth Mother, as he loved his wife more than his beliefs and pride as warrior, he too become one. The detest and hatred from his tribe was rotting, no choice presented on his plate, he and his wife traveled and settle into a small town.

She was supposed to be his stepmother, a protector, a guide—something decent. Instead, she let this lunatic in. Adrian. Her husband’s son. This relentless, insatiable, goddamn bastard who can’t tell the difference between obsession and love. He doesn’t care about right or wrong. Doesn’t care that she’s married. Doesn’t care about the line he’s crossing—again and again. The bathroom is still filled with steam when she hears the door creak. Her breath catches. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t look. But she knows. She feels his presence before she sees him. His shadow against the fogged glass. Heavy steps. Bare feet.

Bianca’s POV She realized she had made a mistake when she broke off their engagement. Now he was married, and she would fight to end his marriage. She refused to believe he had forgotten her or that someone else had taken her place in his heart. She would not rest until she won Alessandro—and his billions—back. The fact that he was blind no longer mattered, as long as his grandparents weren’t in charge of his business.

Although, she finds it unbelievable to the fact that they have almost the same face. “Good answer” she smiled proudly. While the husband and wife were being oblivious of the reaction of the people in the table, the others were exchanging their looks, amazed to the playfulness and how the usual cold and ruthless Harvey in the business world flirted with his wife. “Whoah, enough lovebirds, we are still eating, don’t push too much dog food” “Yes, Mommy, you are the most beautiful goddess in the whole wide world.” Adrian suddenly said, not wanting his mother to be taken by his father shamelessness.

I said the words and made the promise, knowing nothing could be done about my vision. “Let go of me, bitch!” He yanked himself away, and I staggered backward. “Or is it of Emily?” I asked, referring to his secretary, a woman who’d had eyes on him for years, even before I knew him. “Did she tell you to divorce me?” That would be a piece of cake for someone as evil as Emily. “Pfft,” he scoffed. “How can I call a blind woman my wife? I've been coping with this crap for so long, and now that Grandma is gone, why should I keep you by my side? Why should I have to keep seeing your annoying face?”

Harley mocked. "Harley! How could you refer to your brother as a blind man? My son is not blind; his vision is partially impaired and temporary. He will soon regain his sight," Sasha snapped at her angrily. "But you have to face it, Mom. He is really blind," she shrugged. "How about your husband?" Grandfather asked, staring at Harley. She immediately kept quiet at the mention of her husband, and her face dampened. "You should go back home now. You’ve already spent more than a week here. You are still married to him, and remember what I said: no divorce. So you’d better settle with him," he warned.