My 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.”

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

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 tying the

treat your husband, and you thought we were just here to disrupt the festivities? You deserve a good spanking,

Lyra melted into Priscilla’s warm

keeper, Cherry. If it weren’t for Damien, I wouldn’t have known this little runaway was getting married here, let alone that you two had become friends

with bursts of excitement and

wedding preparations, thinking Damien

known that this quiet man was orchestrating a symphony of surprises behind

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

reunion with Lyra and her family on the third floor, Lyra