His Blind Wife, His Regret

for breakfast. The air was thick wit

bowl of plain oatmeal in front o

l soup, Lisa?" I asked,

, wearing one of Liam's expensive silk robes. She sat down

hant little smile. "Liam said I should have it.

took a delicate sip, her eye

a. I pushed the oatmeal

," I said, stan

p, blocking my path. "Where do you think you're going

Chloe," I said, my v

e that tone with me. You're nothing but a blind charity case. You

against a vase on a nearby table. It teetered for a moment b

n, Liam

his eyes immediately landing on

to a mask of distress. "I was just trying to convince Ava to

!" I said, my voice

oe's side, checking her over for injuries she

leaning against him. "I'm ju

isappointment and anger. "That was your mot

grabbed me!" I tried to e

explained everything. "Maybe she didn't realize

was more insulting

his hair. "Just... sit down and eat, Ava. Bo

, and watch as my husband soothed his mistress, feeding h

my mouth. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and wal

d me into

ng the door behind us. He was holding

asked, my voice

t," he said smoothly. "Some shares I'm

hand. He guided my fingers to the signature line, assumi

E AGRE

ne family fortune. In return, he would provide a "generous" one-time settlement. It also included a clause about my shares in my own family'

vorcing me. He was

face, my eyes unfocused, playing the

softly. "If you say

ned m

breath. "Thank you, Ava. Yo

t he thought I couldn't see. His phone rang, and he an

ngs shares are mine now. Once the divorce is final, we'll have

back to me, his face a

as cold and hard as diamonds. A slow,

e was too busy cele

he had just l