Cô Vợ Mù Novels & Stories

She tiptoed to reach my ear and whisper to me, “tell them now, they can’t wait to hear it from you and badly need it.” “I…” I glanced at my wife and she seems to be waiting to come it from me but I am afraid to offend them so I have no plan to say it. Everyone are happily waiting to hear the news from me, they might be expecting something from me like, I can introduce them to one of my friends. “Since my husband is quite afraid to tell it to you, I think I need to have the courage to tell it to you. Here it is, we noticed that you guys are having problem with your sight, right?” She says.

The reputation they all knew him for was not who she knew. “ a man who can barely stand the presence of another lady aside from that of his wife, a man who has never been seen with another woman despite the rumors circulating of him having a multitude of women. Clair we all know someone is tarnishing his image but if you must know my husband only has eyes for me… something we can't say about your marriage” Clair raised her hands but it's held amidst the air. Emilia felt herself wrapped in the embrace of a familiar scent. She looked up to the eyes of her husband. Mark roughly pushed his wife to the floor.

"Clarence is one lucky guy. Someone always has his back, no matter how much he screws up. His wife spent millions of dollars on a massive fireworks display just to make him smile. "And now, she's singing to him like a devoted queen. What a life." The atmosphere in the video was vibrant and full of life. Yet for three years, there was nothing but dead silence between us. Even in bed, she refused to let a single sound escape her lips during our most intimate moments. Our sex life was mechanical, and our daily routine was robotic. I was the only lunatic desperately trying to keep this marriage alive. Allison had never been one with high self-control. There was a time when a single smile from me

“Ray, apologize to Dale right now. If you do, I’ll keep you around for old time’s sake.” During our seven-year marriage, we had no children. The problem wasn’t me, but Krystal—her underdeveloped ovaries made it impossible for her to conceive. I kept the truth from Krystal to protect her pride, taking the fall for our childlessness. Alas, my commitment to her was thrown back in my face. Locking my gaze onto her, I hissed through gritted teeth, “Krystal, the problem lies with you. You’re infertile from defective follicle development.”

Women who were used to that kind of life made sure they used their pussy to the best of its ability. My father once told me a story about what a man had done to keep his wife happy. According to him, there was this man who married a beautiful girl. He loved her very much. One day she developed a skin disease. And you do know what happens when stuff like that happens. Slowly she started to lose her beauty. It so happened that one day her husband left for a tour. While returning he met with an accident and lost his eyesight. However their married life continued as usual. But as days passed she lost her beauty gradually. Blind husband did not know this and there was not any difference in their

“Do you think they fell in love or it was arranged?” “They look like they're in love.” Ysa Elveneir,Meluna’s husband and expert in enchantment and illusion craft,has his hand around his wife,looking at her with heart in his eyes as she speaks to her mama. Ingrid sighs beside me. “It's so beautiful to watch. How did they even meet? She's blind and people think she's weird. She speaks in dreams,Anya. Oh,oh, what if he met her in his dreams? How romantic.”

She managed to ask "You are beautiful" His words made her roll her eyes at him and turn her wheelchairs back towards him. "Earlier I was your not so beautiful wife..now I am your crippled wife? Isn't this what people say?" Within seconds he stood in front of her and crouched at her level. "Look deep into my eyes Elle....does it look like I fuc*** care about what others say?" Her eyes refused to meet his, but he was determined to show her. Cupping her face between his palms he made her stare at him.

He clinked glasses and chatted away, so happy that he was practically floating on Cloud Nine. Hugo sat beside me, wearing that annoyingly cheeky look. "So, are you really getting divorced for me? I mean, I don't mind. You finalize the divorce in the morning, and we can get married in the afternoon. For the wedding, we can just do a destination ceremony. How about North Oropa?" I frowned, no longer having the patience to put up with his nonsense. "It's a horrible idea. Also, can you just shut up?" Just then, someone approached me. "Ms. Westwind, may I have a drink with you?"

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

The young woman quickly covered herself once Fatima really looked at her. She was young, yes, but clearly an adult. Fear washed over her face as reality sank in. She wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly who the woman standing there was, the wife. She had seen them online before. Everyone had. Nicholas Ashford and his perfect wife.