My Blind Husband

Zachary’s words hung in the air as the rumble of a car pierced the villa’s silence. He turned to the window, watching Cherise wrestle a reluctant Lyra through the gate.

Damien chuckled, “Look, our firecracker Cherry has come to interrogate us.”

Zachary chuckled, his laughter carrying a touch of irony. “Crazy, right? Once upon a time, she was my world; Lyra was just the shadow in the corner. I never thought I’d be talking about her with you like this, let alone with a smile. But here we are.”

In the past, he never entertained advances from any other woman. His eyes and heart were exclusively for Cherise. Hence, Lyra, the silent guardian angel who consistently appeared whenever he needed help and support, became a mere afterthought.

It became a never-ending cycle of rescue and retreat, where she would inexplicably go MIA again after weathering through the storm with him.

But Zachary was a changed man now, seeing things differently.

A recent accident had flipped the script. It had shown him the power of care, the warmth of being looked after. It was Lyra, the girl he barely noticed, who’d picked up the pieces and shown him what true love and care felt like.

to Damien with a composed expression, he asked, “How

his throbbing forehead, Damien responded, “Just

Damien and Zachary believed

Cherise, fearing she would worry. But if hiding it affected the relationship between newlyweds Lyra and Zachary, it might be better

it hidden, it would

Zachary conversed, Cherise dragged Lyra upstairs, questioning, “Hey! What’s going on with you,

usually lovely and

the sofa across from Zachary, saying, “Lyra spilled everything to me. I think she has a point. If you

Zachary retorted,

towards Lyra. But the latter, who had secretly had a crush on him for years, couldn’t meet his gaze. She just looked

the awkward silence