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.”

second cousin was a talented charmer, though prone to wandering. The third cousin is a ball of energy with

this is the bride, our runaway princess! Five years chasing after Zachary, and here she is, finally tying the knot, without a word to

darted a playful and resentful glance at Lyra. “You ungrateful child! Your brother flew in medical experts to treat your husband, and

in her eyes, Lyra melted into Priscilla’s warm

have known this little runaway was getting married here, let alone that you two had become friends by some twist

heart fluttering with bursts of excitement and warmth.

busy helping Lyra with wedding preparations, thinking Damien was caught up

known that this quiet man was orchestrating a symphony of surprises behind the scenes, with each note a testament to his unwavering

find him, to melt into his embrace, was overwhelming, and Cherise, true to form, followed her heart’s impulsive

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