Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Mrs. Quinell, known to many as Priscilla Neller, announced with a gentle smile as she clasped Cherise’s hand, “Cherry, your mother, Charisa… she was my sister. She was séparated from us when she was young, a missing sister I’ve been searching for years.”

Cherise’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you’re… you’re my aunt?!”

The revelation hit Cherise like a wave,, washing away years of unanswered questions. She stared at her aunt, seeing a reflection of her features, a family resemblance she hadn’t known existed.

Priscilla continued, her voice cracking with a mix of joy and sadness. “It was only recently, thanks to Mr. Lenoir, that I discovered her story and that she had changed her name to Charisa Miles. No wonder I couldn’t find her all these years.”

She continued, “Your mother… she loved you fiercely, that much I know. And while I can’t replace her, I can offer you the same warmth and unwavering love. Don’t let a difficult sister on your father’s side cloud the warmth of your family.”

Cherise’s hand, Priscilla led her through introductions, “This is your uncle, a towering man. He is your eldest cousin, a bit of a recluse, bless his quirky soul. The second cousin was a talented charmer, though prone to wandering. The third cousin is a ball of energy with a temper

twinkled as she reached the last one, she gestured towards Lyra, “And this is the bride, our runaway princess! Five years chasing after Zachary, and here she is, finally

a playful and resentful glance at Lyra. “You ungrateful child! Your brother flew in medical experts to treat your husband, and you thought we were just here to disrupt

glistening in her eyes, Lyra melted into

this little runaway was getting

her heart fluttering with bursts of

with wedding preparations, thinking Damien was caught

that this quiet man was orchestrating a symphony of surprises behind the scenes, with each note a

urge to find him, to melt into his embrace, was overwhelming, and Cherise,

family on the third floor, Lyra