Adore His Blind Wife Novels & Stories

I shot up, my heart racing. As my vision cleared, I recognized him. Adrian. My husband. The man in the wheelchair, his presence sending a mix of confusion and unease through me. His dark gaze pierced through me, demanding answers. Had he asked me something? It seemed like he had. "Why are you here?" He repeated. "I’m Serena," The wife you stood up at the altar. I swear I heard him sneer, and his eyes filled with disdain. What was he dissatisfied with now? "Get out," he ordered, his tone icy.

He carefully gets up from bed and went out from there he gets fresh and up and come out from the bathroom after taking shower he wears white colour shirt alone with blank coat and pant He was setting his hair just then he saw Athena start to open her eyes. He turned his face and saw Athena rubbing her eyes and sitting on the bed. Her messy hair cute pout closing eyes making her look more cute and beautiful, seen all this Adrian smiles brightly he came towards her and said "Good morning my dear wife" hearing this she opened her eyes fully and told him "good morning new hubby " Adrian raised his eyebrows and asked what does that mean new hubby? My meaning is simple: we just got married so you

His aggressive behavior's fills the room with tension as an invisible cloud smothers us in a thick fog. “G-guys…please stop-” “F*ck off, Hallowes. She’s my wife.” Adam let out a short burst of laughter, as if Aiden had said something so humorous that it startled him. But I could tell from the tone of his voice and look in his eye that the comment wasn't truly meant to be funny. “Wife? Is that really what you’re asking of her after all that has happened? After you cheated on her numerous times and had a baby with another woman?”

"And I promise, you will never have a reason to regret this decision." Damon chuckled darkly. Call him stupid, but he already regretted the marriage, and everything in between, even down to this conversation they were having. Giving the woman hope of a blissful marriage that might never actually exist. Wasn't he just a sore loser? "Well, getting over those sore talks, would you hurry up and come make me a nice little breakfast?" He held her waist, and put his chin on her shoulder. Riya giggled at his behavior. "Of course. It's my duty as your wife to satisfy all your desires." She pledged.

, he said "Carefully " Sarah took a step closer, "Michael, she's your wife not just a signature on a contract. You can't keep her in the dark forever. Every day you wait makes it worse,", Her words hit him like a shock"she's not ready,"he murmured. Almost a whisper"she doesn't need to know everything. Not yet ". Sarah shook her head. Not ready? "Michael.... She's already part of this life whether you admit it or not. She's is your wife. The longer you wait the harder it will hit her when she finds out ".

Not proposal in the abstract sense. Marriage. She held his gaze. “I’m sorry,” she said calmly. “I think you need to repeat that.” Rowan didn’t. He simply inclined his head slightly, as if acknowledging that confusion was expected. “I’m looking for a wife,” he said. “And I believe you may be suitable.” There it was. No flourish. No hesitation. No preamble about fate or convenience or circumstance. Just suitability. Elara felt something settle in her chest—not panic, not excitement, but something colder. He wasn’t joking. That much was obvious. Rowan Blackmere did not strike her as a man who tested reactions for amusement.

High-end mistresses attending catwalk shows with blank checkbooks provided by their indulgent lovers whose sadly blind wives would more often than not be at the self-same shows, with their own blank checkbook to use. It was the ugly underbelly of a beautiful world. A world she had vowed would never tempt her. Yet she’d fallen in love with and married such a man… a man who would turn into such a man when he got older, more jaded, and bored with playing happy families.

He joked and we all laughed at that. "Sorry you have to deal with that. My wife is the same way whenever she sees her favorite actor, even on the screen." I gave an exaggerated sigh. Ariana's eyes widened and she turned crimson red, she didn't know I had observed that she was obsessed with Chris Hemsworth. Ariana could kill to see Chris Hemsworth but I would not let her leave me for him. Never! Eleanor gasped. "Your husband is this hot and you're crazy over someone else?" She turned to my wife in bewilderment. Ariana shrugged.

Before I left, he crafted a necklace for me with a built-in micro camera. He kissed me hard, his tone paranoid as he said, “Aurora, you’re my everything. I can’t have you leave my sight. If I lose track of you, I’ll lose my mind.” I knew how twisted his need for control was, but to put him at ease, I willingly wore the necklace and headed into the desert. Every single day out there, he watched me through that camera. However, who would’ve guessed that a man who loved me to the bone would secretly start a family with another woman?