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.

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

her voice monotone. “She was

reunion. I promised the editor

for the doorknob, Beckham’s voice cut

glanced at her outfit, a glittering, barely-there ensemble, with distaste. “Cherry said her aunt has a similar body type.

face drained of color. “No way! I’ll

towards the stairs. In his mind, Gwenn’s fashion sense was a ticking time bomb. What if she showed up in something even more…inappropriate? It would be safer to go upstairs with

known for being a party animal, Beckham assumed her wardrobe

move for damage control. With her

that was just

heart, Gwenn and Cherise were his daughters,

been a distant presence. Beckham longed to bridge the gap, hoping this reunion would mend their fractured bond. He