When I Went Blind, My Regretful Husband Wanted Me Back — Novel

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In a world where dark secrets and betrayal lurk behind every corner, Eloise finds herself trapped in a relentless cycle of pain and humiliation. Once cherished by her husband, Vernon, her life now spirals into despair as Riley, a cunning intruder, manipulates their marriage, leaving Eloise to question everything she once believed. Can love survive the shadows of manipulation and deceit?

Locked away in a dark room, Eloise struggles against the suffocating grip of her circumstances. As she battles physical agony and emotional turmoil, visions of a happier past with Vernon taunt her—memories of a passionate love that now feels like a cruel joke. With her body and heart in turmoil, she’s left to wonder: will Vernon ever truly understand her suffering? Or is he too lost in Riley’s web of lies to see the truth?

When a chance for reconciliation emerges, Eloise grapples with her own bitterness and the chilling reality of her life. Can she reclaim her voice and break free from the chains of betrayal, or will she remain a prisoner of her past? As she navigates the treacherous waters of love and heartbreak, the stakes have never been higher.

When I Went Blind, My Regretful Husband Wanted Me BackChapter 1

I found myself locked in the darkroom once again. The oppressive blackness surrounded me; the only sound was my labored groans of pain.

Clutching my aching abdomen, I weakly pounded on the door, desperation bleeding into my voice. “Aunt Nori, open the door. I’m bleeding heavily. I need to go to the hospital.”

But from outside came Riley Griffin's same mocking tone. “There are sanitary pads in the room. Handle it yourself, and stop whining. You’re disturbing my drama.”

“Riley, I want to see Vernon.”

“Vernon’s busy in my room, in the middle of a video conference. He doesn’t have time to listen to your sobbing.”

“Please, let me go to the hospital.”

I bit back the pain, lowering myself to beg.

Riley’s voice dripped with disdain. “It’s just cramps. Are you going to die from it?”

“I’m not letting you take painkillers. Too many could mess with your fertility.”

Her words were sharp, like a slap across the face.

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I touched the blood pooling beneath me, and a deep, gnawing dread surged through my chest.

I hadn’t had my period in nearly three months. Could I be pregnant?