The Blind Wife Who Saw Everything

Michael Thorne, the ambitiou

ed when I took the fall for his unethical land

ndness, transforming my vibrant world into an indi

is control a heavy cloak I mistook for devotion, as he

ent, a gilded cage arranged for my impaired convenience

ly, painstakingly, began to return,

rt, only to silently unlock our door and find him i

minated the stark, undeniable intimacy, a betr

g for, had been reveling in my dependence, enjoying the power

unwavering resolve; my heart, o

till naive, enduring their thinly ve

ssness, I would meticulously gathe

age, and my true self, leaving him t

wife, but he was about to discover what a woman with not