Cô Vợ Mù Novels & Stories

With one last glance in the mirror, I put on a smile and head out, ready to meet my captor. The living room is oddly quiet, lights streaming in through the glass and the wolf is nowhere in sight. Classic piano plays from the gramophone beside the TV console and, for a brief moment, I stop to look at the picture frames on the console. There are three, one of a child in between him and a beautiful woman with blonde hair and brown eyes, another of the girl holding a balloon and wearing a big smile that makes me smile. The third is that of the blonde woman again. She is putting on a dress as brown as her eyes, cupping her pregnant belly. She must be his wife. His mate.

A young husband hurried past the window carrying flowers, laughing as his pregnant wife reached for his hand. The husband kissed his wife's forehead before handing her the flowers. Jessica looked away before she could watch the rest. Rain tapped softly against the glass. She barely noticed. Her colleagues laughed together in the cafeteria behind her. She couldn't bring herself to join them. She had promised herself something that morning. She had promised herself that this morning would be different. She was tired of waiting for answers. Tired of hoping things would change. She told herself the same thing on the drive to work, while changing dressings, and between patients. Yet every quiet m

I only knew the window was wrong. My ribs hurt. And a man I was married to had not left my side. I held his hand. And under the fog, faint and persistent and impossible to reach, something in me went on quietly aching for a thing I could no longer name.

The rest of the meal was quiet, and I did my very best not to lift my eyes up to Cain because I could already feel his burning gaze on me and I didn't know if I'd be able to stop myself from doing something really stupid. but it’s just physical. I still love my husband…don’t I? I lifted my eyes and his was already staring at me. How could be opening eyefucking me like this in the presence of his own brother, my husband? I glance at my husband whose head is buried in the system before him. I shake my head. He's so clueless.

Just the statement, accurate and plain, in the specific register of someone who had assessed the situation carefully and reached a conclusion and was reporting it. He said: not the contract wife. Not the arrangement. Not the woman I married on paper in a room that smelled of new carpet. You. Elena. Who draws rib cages and falls asleep on sofas and breathes with me when I ask and told me three years of true things in a hospital room at two in the morning and built everything while I was failing to. You. The unit was very quiet. I held very still.

At the first hearing of the divorce case, because there had been so much public attention, it was streamed live online. The lawyer Jean had hired had spoken eloquently in court, delivering impassioned arguments. He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior.

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 asked her with a shy smile. "It is fabulous, mon cherie! Simply fabulous, makes me remember those days. I mean, I was just like you, daintier than the prettiest flowers, with eyes that only a blind man can resist. Now, only my husband looks at me. And to add to my sorrow, he was unfortunately declared blind in both eyes by our doctor, just last week." She said, sniffing, before taking out a handkerchief from the pocket of her pants and drying her eyes.

Her eyes are swelling and red due to continuous cry . After adjusting her eyes for the lights she saw that her husband is standing infront of her but not alone .. there is a woman in his hands . He is holding the woman by her waist .. and kissing her on her neck. That woman is sticking to him like his clothes , and running her hands over his chests . ' What is this ? .. That was all I had to witness with my own eyes . I am on my periods so , he can't do sex with me so , he took other woman for it ..

I just gave a Vaishu knowing smile and in which return she replied smiling at me. "She will literally kill that girl," Divya replied frowning. "That's correct. She doesn't have a problem that her husband is planning to get married, that too with a guy. What do you guys think about this?" She asked keeping her cool. If they won't answer this question also they are the most dumbest persons in the world. "Maybe she lost interest in him," Varun replied shrugging his shoulders. He is most dumbest person in this group. "He is my only love in next seven lives," My wife's replied made me fall in love with her again.