Novel & Cerita Cô Vợ Mù

I teased and she scoffed but didn't say anything. " You know I like this new version of you, blind and quiet,” "You think this is funny right, Antonio? Can you just keep quiet, you're making my ears hurt,” she said, becoming angry. " Oh my bad, your ears must be very sensitive right now since it's serving as your ears and eyes, poor you,” she had a deadly look on her face and I couldn't help but smirk. “But you know, life is very funny, a once crippled husband married to a now blind wife," I said with a chuckle.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

Danny kept frowning. His grip on my arm didn't loosen. I frowned and started to pull away. Then a woman's voice came from the doorway. "Danny, I had a question about your paper..." Alicia walked in after punching in the passcode, wearing a blue dress. She froze when she saw us facing off. "What's going on? Are you two fighting?" Like she owned the place, she patted Danny's shoulder. "What did I tell you? A husband should spoil his wife. How can you argue with her? She's already packed her bags to run home to her mom. Hurry up and make up."

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Continuing to look away, he gets a robe. “Is this something you needed to check off your checklist? Is this how low you think of me and our marriage?” He handed her the robe. “Cover yourself up. Please.” “What are you saying, Nikolai? You said you play husband and wife. Well, here we are. What kind of married couple doesn't sleep with each other?” “The kind that stays married even if one of them wants a divorce. You would be surprised how many married couples don't get to have a happily ever after, Isobelle. We'd simply be another non-significant addition to that statistic.”

Her face squinted due to the light streaming and immediately she turned to look at her husband. "Your eyes…" She said, in a croaky tone. Her eyes were hazy and she thought she was seeing things. "What's wrong with my eyes?" Mr. Liu asked, as he sat up. In the process, he groaned in pain, because he had been beaten so much, he didn't know his bearings anymore. Mrs. Liu sat up immediately, in order to confirm what she was seeing. "No!..." She said out loud, she didn't want to think her husband was turning into a monster. A monster she dreaded!

Her cheeks flushed deeply, and Luci was barely holding himself back. After wishing me a happy birthday and professing his love, he turned and kissed Jasmine with an intensity that made me look away. The musicians exchanged awkward glances, whispering among themselves, their expressions a mix of disdain and pity. "Her own husband's being kissed by another woman, and she can still sit there eating?" "I heard she's blind and has hearing problems too. She needs a hearing aid to communicate. No wonder her husband cheats—she's just a cripple." The words stung.

They knocked on the door. A woman with poor eyesight opened the door. She looked at them trying to recognize their face. She called her husband, "Jackson! Jacksoooonnnnn! but her husband didn't give a response then she turned back and said, "Wait for a while, you go inside. Come on! Sit down, she offered their white and soft sofa. I'll just get my eye glasses because I can't see you. She got the eyeglass from its box and wear it. Okay! I can see you now. Is there anything you want from us? the woman asked then she sat on her rocking chair opposite of the sofa. Her husband goes downstairs and join his wife talking to them.

I murmur, and she nods. “Yes, but now you’re in the honeymoon phase,” she turns to look at her husband with a smile. “It’s not easy, but if you both do your part, you’ll do very well. You make a lovely couple, and it’s evident you love each other.” Someone get this lady an ophthalmologist; she can't see a thing anymore. I nod with a fake smile, while Salvatore quickly takes a sip from his cup. Now you like tea? Son of a bitch.

He says before turning to lock lips on his mate right in front of his wife. Salara’s eyes never leave the dirt path. I watch as a silent tear falls from her eye as she waits for her husband to finish making out with another woman.