Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“Brilliant!” Beckham exclaimed, his excitement palpable as he tightened his grip on Cherise’s hand. “Do I look alright? First impressions are important, especially when meeting your aunt, your mom’s sister.”

“You look fantastic. Absolutely dashing,” Cherise assured him, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Seeing Beckham like this, any flicker of resentment that Gwenn had ignited in Cherise’s heart sputtered and died.

No matter how he treated her, Cherise knew deep down that Beckham still held her mother dear. Her mother had passed away years ago, yet her father’s anxiety about meeting her family was evident. Perhaps his awkward attentiveness was just another layer of grief.

Beckham had barely taken a few steps when he abruptly stopped, spinning around as if he had remembered something. Gwenn remained rooted to the spot, her face unreadable.

brow, a hint of annoyance flashing across his eyes. “Gwenn, come on. Let’s meet your

her voice monotone. “She was your

on your family reunion. I promised the editor some interesting material, and the camera needs

Gwenn reached for the doorknob, Beckham’s voice cut

her outfit, a glittering, barely-there ensemble, with distaste. “Cherry said her aunt has a similar body type. Maybe you can borrow something

“No way! I’ll buy

the practical person he was, Beckham gave her a firm nudge towards the stairs. In his mind, Gwenn’s fashion sense was a ticking

being a party animal, Beckham assumed her wardrobe would be more subdued compared

Priscilla’s closet seemed like a strategic move for damage control. With her middle-aged tastes, she wouldn’t disappoint

that was

were his

longed to bridge the gap, hoping this reunion would mend their fractured bond. He didn’t realize that the divide ran deeper than any wardrobe