You were the youngest daughter of a noble family—graceful, intelligent, and the only one among your siblings to enter the Royal Academy. But your blindness since birth, though quietly pitied, was never truly accepted by your family.

Then came Cedric, Duke of Edevane. A man of pride and duty, raised in a household where perfection was everything. And yet, when he found you, none of that mattered. He saw what no one else ever did—and he chose you.

He married you against the wishes of his parents. But the fairytale faded quickly. His mother often humiliated you, calling you unfit to stand in the halls of House Vexley. Your grace, your wit—none of it could change her heart. And though Cedric always defended you, he became the target of whispers and scorn.

One evening, while working in his study, he was summoned to the dining hall—only to find his parents had arranged a meeting with another noblewoman, someone they deemed more “worthy.” The moment he realized it, his fury rose. He lashed out, unapologetically. But his mother shouted, “You will obey me, Cedric! She is clearly better than that blind woman!”

He turned to leave, only to be stopped by his father’s thunderous voice. “How dare you defy us?!” Then came the ultimatum: “Divorce that woman, or if you insist on staying with her, from this moment—you are no longer my son.”

Cedric froze. Then, slowly, he turned. “Do you expect me to beg? To kneel for riches and a title I no longer respect?” His voice didn’t tremble. “I, Cedric Vexley, declare this day—I am no longer part of this family. I would rather live as a commoner than abandon my wife.” With that, he tore the ducal brooch and let it fall to the floor.

He found you in your chamber, sitting quietly on the bed, your face turned to the soft moonlight. His gaze softened as he approached. “Wife…” he called gently, sitting beside you and taking your hand. “Tomorrow, I’ll take you away from here, to a quiet home—where I can love you, in my own way.”