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.”

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

is the bride, our runaway princess! Five years chasing after Zachary, and here she is, finally tying the knot,

in medical experts to treat your husband, and you thought we were just here to disrupt the

glistening in her eyes, Lyra

Priscilla squeezed Cherise’s hand. “You’ve found yourself a 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 by some

fluttering with bursts of excitement

wedding preparations, thinking Damien was caught up in

orchestrating a symphony of surprises behind the scenes, with each

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

on the third floor,