Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“Why the sudden silence?” Damien held his phone with a knowing smile, watching the children bicker playfully, However, the question was quickly forgotten as a blur of motion dashed toward him.

His teasing was abruptly interrupted by a whirlwind.

Cherise, with her arms outstretched like a joyous bird, crashed into his embrace. He effortlessly caught her, his strong frame easily absorbing her momentum. So, what’s got you buzzing like a hummingbird on sugar water? Something tells me your reunion with Aunt Priscilla went well.”

Cherise nestled in Damien’s arms, finding comfort in his familiar scent. “Mm-hmm,” she confirmed, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

“Happy?” he asked.

“Very,” she mumbled, her arms tightening around his waist. “But how did you manage all this?”

A hint of guilt colored his voice as he confessed, “Because I wanted to give you another wedding. Five years ago, ours turned into a nightmare. I’ve never forgiven myself for that.”

chance. Not as adversaries, but as husband and wife. A chance to clear my father’s name, to set the

wink, “our two little ones could be

question lingering in his eyes. “And by the way, I couldn’t help but overhear you

Neller, I tracked down your mom’s lost relatives. And guess who I stumbled upon? The Quinells – Lyra’s own family, can

playfully pinched her nose, his eyes twinkling. “No wonder you two hit it off all those years ago. Naive birds of

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a low rumble that sent shivers down

quickly melted away. “No, you’re the one!” she retorted, burying her face in his

with worry, and you

her heart brimmed with gratitude. Damien had been her constant, her anchor in the storm. Five years ago, he had