Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Gwenn’s inner fire crackled. “What the hell! Is she blind or something? My body is a symphony of seduction, the kind that takes men’s breath away. But in Cherise’s eyes, this little viper, I’m suddenly ‘fat,’ ‘plump’? Like some middle-aged frump?”

“So, this is your sister,” Priscilla said, curling her lips into a cold smirk. Her gaze was icy as she studied Gwenn for a moment, then she laughed. “This pretend niece, why not say hello to your Aunt Priscilla?”

Priscilla had previously heard about Gwenn from Damien.

When Damien found Priscilla, he informed her that one of the main reasons Cherisa didn’t return to the Tanner family after Charisa’s death was because of Gwenn.

Firstly, Gwenn and Cherise had always been at odds, so she didn’t want to share a roof with Gwenn.

She didn’t want

brow furrowed

had acknowledged Cherise as his own,

perception of Gwenn even before they had met. Now, face-to-face, Priscilla found her dislike solidifying, a distaste that permeated Gwenn’s

a strained smile gracing her lips. “Look, you’re Cherise’s aunt, not mine. I’m just Dad’s adopted child. No

countered, her eyes glinting with a challenge. “Beckham is my sister’s husband, and his children are obligated to address me properly, whether

elders. If you want no part of me, it’s easy. Just

retort when Beckham’s voice boomed, “Gwenn, hurry up

stopped her cold. He rarely looked at her like that, and it was pure fire.

was thin. “Hmm,

sunshine? But