Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“Hmm.” Lyra responded half-heartedly, her expression somewhat awkward and restless.

Take Lyra to the third floor,’ Damien’s message suddenly appeared on Cherise’s phone.

Cherise furrowed her brows, ‘Why?’

Just half an hour ago, Damien had left to pick up Beckham, Soren, and Serafina from the airport, so he was likely still on the road. Why would he ask her to escort Lyra to the third floor in his absence?

Someone wants to meet her. I’ve convinced her family to attend her wedding,’ Damien explained in his message.

Cherise’s eyes widened in surprise. What? Lyra’s family is here!!

would take the initiative to convince Lyra’s

if her family should be included, and the latter responded that she had grown distant from her

Cherise glanced at the still pale Lyra, “Come

she forgot to ask Cherise about their destination. Cherise guided her to the door of the reception room on

aunt, grandparents, and three brothers were all

Lyra!” A deep voice of a middle-aged man resonated from within the room, “You’re getting married today. Where do you think you’re going? Cold feet at the altar, are you?

Lyra’s steps faltered.

Zac and I are already married. Legally. Paperwork and everything. Even if this wedding falls

tracing a path down her cheek. “And… if you think I’m a disgrace, or this wedding is a mistake…you can

wedding-day tension as she wiped away the tears from Lyra’s

on what should be the happiest day of your life? Only one wedding in a lifetime, my darling girl, and you’re already turning the ceremony into a mascara parade? The photos will

snort. “Mom? You… you’re

made your choice, and resenting you would just give me wrinkles. But speaking of choices, not informing us about the wedding? That, my dear, was a bit inconsiderate. Your brothers are furious like bulls in tutus, and your father nearly choked on his cigar