Novel & Cerita Adore His Blind Wife

Adeline said, pointing. “Which one?” they asked again. “Are you blind? I’m pointing right there,” Adeline snapped. They followed her finger. “Which one?” Belva insisted. “The man in the gray suit,” Adeline said flatly. The group stared—and quickly realized there was only one man in a gray suit. “You mean… Jason?” Belva asked hesitantly. “Yes,” Adeline said. “Jason is my husband.” ***

His eyes were wet now. “I know,” he said, his voice cracking. “I let her. I trusted her more than I trusted us. More than I trusted my own wife. I was blind. I was so stupid and so arrogant. I was so focused on the company, on the next deal, on being a billionaire, that I let her poison everything between us. I let her whisper in my ear every day.” She looked up at him then. Her eyes were wet too, full of tears that hadn’t fallen yet.

Behind the flawless mask of the supportive husband, a violent, icy fury flared to life in Adrian’s chest. A blind date. The sheer audacity of it was almost insulting. He had spent weeks orchestrating the perfect, slow-burning trap, methodically breaking down Lisa's defenses, calculating her cycle down to the exact day, and checking her phone to ensure the timeline was completely clear for his ownership. She was ripe. She was practically begging to be undone by him. And now, his completely oblivious wife was casually handing his prize over to some nameless, insignificant office coworker?

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

The place is so beautiful that l want to sleep there for few nights. Awww...... Hubby did you specifically made this for me. Its actually very visible to even a blind but l went on to ask like a fool.

"I know that your husband went too far in doing that, but he was hurt, maybe you need to be faithful to him from now on, you guys would have nothing to worry about." "Martha, I'm not going to get involved with him again," I said. "He's more handsome than Raymond. If I wasn't married, I would have had him as my own." She said. "He isn't more handsome than Raymond," I said. "He is. Don't you love his dark hair and broad shoulders? Don't you like his bedroom eyes? His fleck stands out with his dark lashes and skin." She said. "The only thing I love is the artificial finger he wears," I said.

“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”

“I’m not in the mood right now.” “I can change that in thirty seconds.” “Wow…fuck you.” His eyes narrowed in anger, and he moved toward me again. “Let me explain something to you. When I come home, I want to have a drink, fuck, and then go to sleep. I’ve already had a drink, so you’re the next thing on my list.” “I’m not a slave, Adrian.” “No but you’re my wife, and that’s what wives do...bend over so their husband can fuck them.”

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.

She said it quietly through her teeth so only Adrian could hear, then turned and walked back to her seat without waiting for his response. The maid of honour stood at the front beaming, the couple behind her, hand in hand. "We are playing a game called The Blindfold Touch." She clasped her hands together. "The man is blindfolded and placed in the center of the room. His partner is mixed into a line with several other women. He has to go down the line touching only their faces until he finds his person. No talking. No hints. One guess." “The wife has to grant the husband a wish if they pick right.”