My Husband Dumped Me For His Blind Crush の小説・ストーリー

I scoff at my stupid heart, because even though deep down I always knew he would never love me like he loved Astrid, I still stupidly acted like a lovesick puppy around him. I tap on the screen and the text message opens with a picture on display. A screenshot of a News channel, showing my husband walking to an after-party with a blonde woman in his arm. Not only is my husband glued to the hip of that woman, but they also seem to be sharing a passionate kiss. On the lips. What the fuck? I throw the phone away and slump on the bed, crying my heart out. I don’t even know for how long I stay like that, curled up in myself, that when the next time I open my eyes, I feel a little disoriented.

I made him thank them between thrusts and beg me to let him cum. I didn’t even fuck him that night, I denied him that. Instead I watched as the proud, straight, married man turned into a dripping cum dump right there on the lounge floor. By the end he was a wreck, his blindfold was soaked with tears, his cock twitching from being left untouched and cum leaking down his thighs from holes that weren’t supposed to be used. A few weeks later, he resigned since he couldn’t look anyone in the eye. Rumor was he left town after his wife and kids had abandoned him.

Seeing that I remained unresponsive, Jasmine's smile gradually faded, and a shadow crossed her eyes. "Why?" Suddenly, she lowered her head and began to sob softly. "Clearly, he had feelings for me too." "After you ruined everything for me, he didn't want me anymore." I suddenly laughed. "You’re the one who destroyed yourself from start to finish." "If you're pining for someone else's husband, you have to bear the title of a mistress. What do you think?" …… I saw Chris again six months later. He looked pale, almost greedily staring at me.

"I am working late tonight. I have an important meeting with the CEO of Luminara Group." I swallowed the lump in my throat and smiled. He chose her and brought her into our home because he believed that I was still blind. I didn't know what hurt even more. The fact that my husband was cheating on me because he believed I was useless, or that he was doing it with my best friend, and flirting with her right before my eyes as if I couldn't see anything. For a moment, I wanted to get up from the wheelchair and show them both that I could see, but I quickly changed my mind.

When no response came, she continued with her story. “My cousin almost had a heart attack and coupled with her refusal to offer a beneficial explanation, I was forced to give her the beating of her life.” Caro shook her head. “Just when I thought that Gerald was the only close bastard I would ever know, another one comes running to top the rank.” “From what I know, that greedy woman has been married twice to all rich men. Unfortunately for her, her second husband was far too smart for her and managed to leave her without a penny after their divorce,” Venita revealed.

“Well, I—” “Save it,” he snapped, cutting me off before I could even gather my thoughts. He stood up, his eyes flashing with raw bitterness. “I didn't want any of this. I love my girlfriend. I was supposed to marry HER, not you.” Oh. And suddenly, the reality of what I had walked into crashed down on me… “She is ten times better than you will ever be,” he continued, pointing at me now, “And you completely ruined my life.” “I'm sorry—” I started but my voice broke before I could continue. “I never meant for any of this to happen—”

“I’ve only been blind for a little while. You’ve been in Madrid for about a month, right?” “You’re really blind?” She sounded relieved. “How did that happen?” “My ex-husband.” I kept it brief. She was surprised. “Zach did this? I thought you two were divorced. Why is this happening? Men are all terrible.” She actually seemed to understand me. “No matter how good you are to them, they’ll ditch you without a second thought.”

“It happens more often than you think.” He’d seen it countless times. People fell in love with someone’s strength. Then ran the moment they saw their scars. The emotional gap between fantasy and reality was enough to turn affection into resentment. Some people didn’t just leave. They kicked the person while they were already drowning. But Navia shook her head quietly. “He’s my husband.” Ethan paused. “Well… yes. But still…” “I know we haven’t known each other for very long,” Navia said softly, “but I already think of him as my husband.”