Novel & Cerita Cô Vợ Mù

I know because I watched the clock. Twelve minutes in which the woman my husband said he loved lay alone in the marriage bed while he was down the hall, and the woman he was actually giving his life to laughed low and soft through a wall, and the blind wife who wasn't blind lay very still and turned all of it into cold storage.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

The nurses' hushed conversation drifted to my ears. "How pitiful. You really have to be careful who you marry! Look at the other wife next door. She just has a shallow scratch on her foot, and the boss is beside himself with worry. Look at this woman. She's miscarrying, and her husband is nowhere to be found..." The anesthetic pulled me into thick darkness, letting me forget the piercing pain for a moment. However, for the hurt Dante caused me, not even powerful anesthesia could make me forget it. In my dreams, I seemed to return to that warm moment this morning.

“Liviana?” The woman hums, chewing on a fry. “Yes?” She asks, staring past him at the screen and doing her best to avoid him by focusing on the ending of their movie. It takes no more than a moment for her view to be blocked, her husband jeopardizing her sight when he steps before her and crouches, leveling with her. She blinks. “Hey!” She complains. “What are you-“

The second line read, "I don't want my wife anymore. My wife doesn't want me anymore." On the last line, crooked, uneven dots spelled out a clumsy final sentence. "Met a lady today. Saved coins for her. She's not blind anymore. Good." Andrea stared at the Braille carved into those scraps of cardboard. Her hands trembled so hard that she couldn't even hold onto something that light. They slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. Finally, the realization dawned on her. She realized how her once-proud husband had survived the past three years on the streets—by picking through trash, getting beaten by strangers, and living off Natalie's scraps. And she realized that the person who had done

I asked mama once , ' mama if a woman is beautiful, will his husband have his eyes only for her. Mama smiled at my 13 year self and replied, ' No bel , Man eyes roam on all the women. It doesn't matter if his wife is beautiful or not , he still would look at other women but if his wife has control on his heart , he may still look but he won't approach them as he is well aware to whom his heart belongs. It's all luck, babe girl . Some women are very pretty but their husbands don't like them or second glance at them and similarly some women are just fine looking and their husband treats them like a queen . It's all how a man looks at a woman and vice versa . Suppose you find me beautiful but t

Both the fools were looking absolutely stupid as they thought 'Is this real? 'No...No...Her thought consumed my mind.That's why she is appearing everywhere.' As for Mo Yuhan, his face remained expressionless as usual.Yet, the people who know him could easily spot the pride in his eyes. His eyes turned soft and revealed a doting look as it always does whenever he looks at his little incredible wife.How could he stop being a proud husband when he has got such an excellent yet naughty little wife?

“Mum, this is Henry Williams’ wife—Fulvia Williams. Let me borrow her name for now, because one day, it’ll belong to me. But for the moment... she’s his wife.” Mrs Vidonia leaned closer, staring. “I’m not seeing this wrongly, am I? You mean to tell me this ugly girl is Henry’s wife?” “You’re seeing clearly. Yes, she’s his wife. And not only is she plain... she’s blind. So Mum, why does it shock you that Henry is married?” Molly asked, watching her mother carefully.

Ema could have sworn she had seen her before. "I'm sorry, Do I know you?" "Forgetful you. What's your name again? Riana?" "My name is Ema." The woman stared oddly at Ema for a bit before continuing. "I saw your husband. He was acting all drunk. What did you give him?" This was all getting weird. Ema was regretting coming to the city. People seemed to mistaken her for someone else. Making two in one day. "My husband?" "Yes. He's just down the shoe section."

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”