My Blind Husband

“I guilt-tripped him. I told him that choosing you meant betraying his family,” Maeve confessed, her face etched with guilt.

“I pressured him, watched him from the shadows. My Health was deteriorating, and I couldn’t handle the stress, according to the doctors at that time. So, with me constantly monitoring him, picking at his conscience, he couldn’t bear to hurt me or speak the truth. He could only push you away.”

“At that time, after you left, Tristan was frantic, searching for you everywhere. But I still blamed him, thinking it was all his fault, and that he deserved every bit of suffering. Then things changed. Meeting Charles made me realize that Dame had chosen a kind soul – you. And your mom is not a villain, not at all…”

The woman paused, took a deep breath, and then bowed deeply. “If you and Mr. Tanner are willing, I want to pay my respects to Aunt Charisa. We Lenoirs have done her wrong, causing her so much pain… keeping you and Dame apart for far too long. And for that, I am truly, deeply sorry.”

Maeve’s words were humble, a stark contrast to her usual demeanor. Even Charles, standing beside her, was speechless, witnessing a side of his wife he had never known existed.

Maeve bowed low, resembling a statue of remorse, her body trembling.

had the urge to ask her to stand, aware that the bowing posture would strain her

recognizing that this was her moment, her path

mistakes. Seeing Maeve in this

word

firm, grasped Maeve’s hand. “Hey, Sis. We’re

on her tongue, she took a deep breath and said, “The past is behind us. Holding onto it only holds us back. Let’s move forward, loving and caring for each other. That’s all

Charles? I heard the maid calling, mentioning that

her lip, a tear

by his wife, relieved, “Just let us know if you need anything. We’ll

tears away

imagine receiving such a heartfelt apology from Maeve. The revelation that Dame was helpless when they parted ways five years ago was equally