Cô Vợ Mù Novels & Stories

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!”

His eyes locked onto her instantly, and a slow, loving smile spread across his face. “Hey, my beautiful wife,” he said softly, walking over to her. Joanna smiled, her cheeks warming. “Hey, my handsome husband.” He knelt down before her, taking both her hands in his, his gaze never wavering. “You have no idea how much I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. Joanna’s breath hitched. “Me too…” Justin reached up, tucking a stray curl behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.

I say this while looking each of them straight in the eye, especially that idiot who thinks I don't see how he looks at my wife. At the table, we have: Lucifer and his wife, the general and his wife, Marco and his wife, Philippe and his girlfriend, Fernandez and his girlfriend, Mr. Alberto Robertson and his wife, the royal eagle and his wife, my business partner Hector Hamilton, his brother, and their wives. I feel like we're forming one hell of a family, just like my wife has always wanted. I love seeing her happy; I love that smile that lights up her face and brightens my day.

The lady moaned, her eyes closed as she revelled in the feeling. The horrific sight before me made me wish for blindness. I squeezed my eyes shut, so tightly shut they hurt and almost went numb. I just couldn’t keep watching, but my eyes just wouldn’t break away. Why does he keep hurting me like this? Did I commit a crime by marrying him, by loving him…by trying to prove myself to him? Didn’t I matter to him anymore? The shameless duo didn’t even know I was there, watching them misbehave.

Setting my cup down, I said, "I'm sure Ms. Sherwood must've revealed some of my intentions to you. Although nothing is spelled out yet, you're a smart man, Mr. Lawson. I'm sure you know what I want." Hugo studied me carefully before commenting, "Everyone says that you and your husband are an extremely loving couple." Then, with a mocking chuckle, he continued, "I guess rumors will always be rumors—empty words without any evidence." I placed the information I brought with me on the table, but Hugo eyed me suspiciously and didn't move. I was in no rush, however. In the end, Hugo took the document. The more he read it, the brighter the gleam in his eyes became.

Whatever this is, we can work through it. "I am done with the theatrics!" His voice rose sharply enough that the couple at the next table glanced over. He did not seem to care. "Can you not get it through your head? Or does being mute mean you are stupid too? I said I am done, Ava. Done with you. All of this. I cannot fucking take this anymore so there is nothing to work through. You…embarrass me and I am tired of pretending that things are forever going to be a ray of sunshine between us."

Beth snorted, she even kicked Helena before completely leaving her presence. Crying, Helena took the rag and resumed what she was doing. He couldn't help but finish it. He was the only one who was able to leave the room to cook for his wife, as well as a woman he did not know. Its condition is even more pitiful because its eye is blind. He said Beth blinded him. He said he was upset when he found out that Helena was lying. So he wrestled with it, but Beth was too strong, it gouged out Fernan's wife's eye, so for now he couldn't see anything. He has been running a fever for a few days because the eye wound has become infected. I think we will all die here. Beth is so bad, nothing. With this b

A painful scream swallowed her as she was glad to be blind, he was her husband as the matter of fact it was painful to see the doubt in your life partner's eyes. " You're just a whore with the so-called tag of the wife. And you know what, you prove it right. You're just slut hungry for attention. When your husband gives you attention you don't even bother to care and when someone else gives then you are smiling like a good pretty slut. " A tearing sound rips her ears because she knows once again her husband going to rape her. " Please, Adnan. Don't. " A sob left her mouth but clutched his shoulder when he grind his teeth into her flesh. Her clothes had been torn and tossed on the floor besid

My neighbour's wife is a young, very good looking half Chinese girl called Clara. She is slim and barely 5' tall, and so looks tiny. But she has thick black hair and brown eyes, nice little tits, long slender legs for her height, and a neat figure with a very cute round bum. Her husband Jack is a little older than Clara, and to my good fortune, he has developed a desire to see his young wife getting used. Last night he invited me along to watch and take notes about what was going on, when he and Clara were to visit a couple that he knew, Roy and June.