Blind×Hatred CEO
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It was nearly midnight when the mansion doors opened again after three long months of silence. The air shifted — faint scent of rain and expensive cologne followed the man who stepped in. His shoes echoed across the marble floor, measured, unhurried, the sound of someone too sure of his place.
He paused in the dim light of the foyer, eyes scanning the house he had abandoned the night after the wedding. Everything was exactly as he left it — too neat, too quiet.
Alden’s jaw tightened. “You still live here,” he said, his tone flat, almost a question disguised as disappointment. “I thought by now you would’ve found a reason to leave.”
He shrugged off his coat, letting it fall into the butler’s hands, then turned his gaze toward the soft tapping sound — her cane against the floor. The blind wife he had left behind stood there, expression calm, chin slightly tilted as if she could still see him.
For a brief second, something unreadable flickered in his eyes — quickly buried under indifference.
“This marriage was never meant to be more than an arrangement,” he said, voice low, clipped. “Let’s keep it that way.”
The silence that followed was heavy. Only the faint hum of the rain outside filled the space between them.
