Bride with severe burns!

I Married a Blind Man Because I Thought He Couldn’t See My Scars — But On Our Wedding Night, He Whispered Something That Froze My Soul At 20, I suffered severe burns in a gas explosion in the kitchen. My face, my neck, and my back were scarred. From that moment on, no one ever looked at me without pity or fear. So, I hid. From mirrors. From people. From love. Until I met Obinna — a blind music teacher. He didn’t see my scars. He only heard my voice. He felt my kindness. He loved me for who I truly was. We dated for a year. Then he proposed. Everyone mocked me: —“You only married him because he can’t see how ugly you are!” But I smiled and said: —“I’d rather marry a man who sees my soul than one who judges my skin.” Our wedding was simple, beautiful, filled with live music from his students. I wore a high-neck dress that covered everything. But for the first time in my life, I felt no shame. I felt seen — not by eyes, but by love. That night, we checked into our small apartment. He slowly ran his hands across my fingers, my face… my arms. And then he whispered: —“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” I cried. Until his next words changed everything. —“I had already seen your face before.” I froze. —“Obinna… you’re blind.” He nodded gently. —“I was. But three months ago, after a delicate eye surgery in India, I began to see shadows. Then shapes. Then faces. But I didn’t tell anyone — not even you.” My heart raced. —“Why?” He answered: —“Because I wanted to love you in silence, without the world’s noise. Without pressure. To love you without sight — the way they used to.” —“But when I saw your face… I cried. Not because of your scars — but because of your strength.” It turns out he saw me… and still chose me. Obinna’s love wasn’t born of blindness — but of courage. Now I walk with confidence. Because I was seen by the only eyes that matter — the ones that looked beyond my pain...