All Chapters of His Blind Daughter-In-Law: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I cannot help but chuckle, tears of happiness and longing rolling down my cheeks.“I didn’t know you were one to hold a grudge,” I say, and she pulls away, frowning at me.“Of course, I’m holding a grudge. How dare you leave like that? And how dare you return after five long years?” She scolds, grabbing me by the ear and tugging on it gently. “Do you really think you can just walk in and out as you please? Do we old people not even have any say anymore?”I wince, but I'm still not able to hide my smile and my tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”Only then does she let go of my ear and cross her arms over her chest instead, still glaring.I rub my poor ear. “I know I was wrong, Martha. I have learned my lesson. I swear.”That seems to soften her a little. She cups my face again—this time much more gently—and wipes away my tears with her thumbs.“Silly girl. That boy was never right for you from the start, but you’ve always been so stubborn. So impossible to get through,” she sighs

I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning.Even though I’m completely exhausted and just want to give my busy mind a rest, I end up staying awake for most of the night.Several questions keep me awake. Too many questions. Questions that seem to grow the moment I answer one of them.But the biggest question, the one that just won't leave me alone, is who sent me the file.Because who does that?Who collects this much information, puts it together so carefully, sends it without a name, and then just disappears?When I told Finn about the anonymous sender, he looked just as surprised and confused as I was. We even called the maid back and asked if she had seen the person who delivered the package.But she had no idea either.According to her, it was just a normal deliveryman. Nothing special about him.Finn suggested that maybe it was someone from the company. Maybe someone had been secretly watching everything and was just waiting for the right person or the right time to reveal

Hunter couldn’t sleep all night either.But unlike Ivy, whose sleepless night came from heartbreak and unanswered questions, Hunter’s was filled with frustration, anger, and regret that clawed at his chest like a living thing.The divorce papers sat on his desk like a personal insult.He stared at them for a long time before finally snapping and shoving them across the table hard enough that a few sheets scattered onto the floor.Why was she doing this?Why was she blowing everything so out of proportion?Why was she acting like their marriage meant absolutely nothing over one damn mistake?Was she seriously prepared to throw away five years of marriage just like that?Had she really made up her mind to leave him?The thought irritated him more than it should have.No.This couldn’t be happening. He refused to accept it.Fine. He screwed up. He admitted that much. He shouldn’t have slept with another woman. Shouldn’t have lied. Shouldn’t have betrayed her trust.But was it really so i

The nerve of this man to blame me for being heartless is just as hilarious as the Joker kicking himself with his own shoe.I try, but a scoff leaves my lips anyway.First, I force his fingers to slide off my arm.Second, I look him straight in the eye, even though he still thinks I can’t see.“Our marriage didn’t fall apart because I’m being stubborn, Hunter. It fell apart because you thought it was fine to have a sexual relationship with another woman as long as your wife didn’t know.”My lips curve into a bitter smile.“And how would she find out anyway? As your mom always says, I’m as blind as a bat. Even if I suspected something, how the hell would I prove it? Who would even believe me?”“And how would she find out anyway? As your mom always says, I’m as blind as a bat. Even if I suspected something, how the hell would I prove it? Who would even believe me?”For the first time since this conversation started, Hunter has nothing to say.Not a single word.His anger disappears, repl

“Cass!” Hunter’s voice fills with panic as he catches her before she can fall completely. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” “I don’t know,” she cries, gripping his shirt tightly. “It hurts. It hurts so much.” The entire hallway falls into chaos within seconds. Doctors rush over. Nurses gather around. And Hunter? Hunter holds onto her like letting go for even a second might make his whole world disappear. Cassey is eventually taken to the emergency room for further examination while Hunter follows right behind her, without turning back even once. I don’t know why that surprises me. I don’t know why my eyes stay fixed on his disappearing figure, waiting for something that I already know won’t happen. Maybe one last glance. Maybe one moment of hesitation. Maybe some proof that after all these years, I still mean something. Anything. But Hunter doesn’t stop. He doesn’t look back. And strangely enough, that gives me the answer I needed more than any explanation ever could. I smil