Love Is Blind Ramses Ex Wife Novels & Stories

“Well, I have a serious appointment I'm dealing with.” “And you never bothered to tell me?” she raged from the phone. “ I never knew I'm not this important to you until now. I now know that Hailey has occupied every space in your heart. This is…” “Hey, Nancy. Don't say that. It's just that I forgot to inform you. I didn't mean to keep it a secret from you.” he explained. Nurse Nancy was silent for a while before she finally asked,“ Why is it that someone you truly love tends to love a different person rather than loving you back? Why are we always blinded by seeing who truly loves us and who doesn't?”

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.

"And my betas do not scare easily." I hesitated. Then said, "Derek can be like that sometimes." I forced a smile. "But I assure you, he's a good man." Rasha stepped closer. She gently lifted my chin. "Interesting." Her eyes searched mine. "You love him." She looked genuinely surprised. "I wasn't expecting that." Her hand dropped. "Given your history as a slave." "Yes," I answered sharply. "I love him." Rasha studied me. Then sighed. "Love can be blind."

“Vienna, right? I heard you broke off the engagement long ago. Why are you back now?” Rose, Sanchez’s wife, asks with a smirk. Vienna lifts her gaze from her plate, forcing a polite smile and giving only a small nod. “I’m sure you’re here for the same reason everyone else is—money and power,” Rose adds with a laugh. “I can’t believe you’d sacrifice your life like this, marrying a blind man.” “Eat,” Alan warns from beside Vienna, his low voice carrying an edge. “Or you might not have a tongue left by the time you leave.”

“I just want to get home.” “I’m sorry,” Rakar said, pulling his hand back. “You shouldn’t have seen any of that.” Revira finally turned. Her gaze was vacant, but there was a fire of anger burning behind her tears. “Shouldn’t have seen?” Revira gave a hollow laugh. “So I was supposed to remain blind forever, Rakar? To remain the stupid wife who knew nothing?” “That’s not—”

My hand gripping the teacup suddenly tightened. Scalding tea splashed onto the back of my hand, but I felt nothing. Cassie watched my reaction, a flash of triumphant satisfaction crossing her eyes. She said, "20 years ago, your father, Richard Lambert, was Haven City's most famous genius designer, and my father, Bobby Wynter, was just his assistant. Your father was incredibly talented and designed a revolutionary piece of jewelry called Eternal Heart that caught the Zaharan Royal Family's attention."

"I want my mom! Give my mom back!" Sebastian shook Jolene's hand off and snarled with utter disgust, "My only wife is Pamela. She carried Carl for ten months and gave birth to him. He will never acknowledge you as his mother! I won't marry you. Carl won't allow me to marry you either."

All at once Kashmir withdrew from Amaro's embrace. She then approached Ryan, looked into his face. Worry lay all over his face. She knew that Ryan did not want to see her hurt and she is grateful to receive fraternal love for him even if they were not biological brothers and sisters. “Ryan, I love my husband and I forgive him.” Kashmir smiled, then turned toward Amaro. Amaro took Kashmir in his arms. Kashmir looked into Amaro’s eyes. Ryan was right, he knows that Kashmir can't say no to her husband when Amaro appears before her. Ryan left them behind, headed for the elevator.

She bore the epitome of stubborn, just like the woman before me. I'm some ways, the blindfold was just my way to reiterating the truth I'd already known. That she couldn't be Belle, that Belle was dead. What bothered me was the fact that she'd dare to have such a unnerving resemblance to the woman I loved, so in retrospect the blind fold was also her punishment. "What?" I raised a brow. "Pardon?" " I asked what do you want? " She repeats, her voice high and squeaky as if she was trying to be brave. She might have been, but rapid thumping of her heart gave it all away. "You're creeping me out by just staring. "