Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“Tsk tsk, Tanner’s family took in a stray, now she bites the hand that feeds her. Shameful, really.”

Beckham squirmed under the constant murmurs, his face etched with discomfort. He cleared his throat, “Actually, the whole thing’s blown out of proportion-

Cherise stood stock-still, a bitter smile on her lips as she watched her father scramble to defend Gwenn. It all made sense now why Damien was determined to stir the pot.

In Beckham’s eyes, this was about protecting his family and Gwenn had been a part of it for over twenty years. Her connection, confirmed by a DNA test five years ago, couldn’t compete with those shared years. Blood ties weren’t everything, she understood.

Gwenn met Priscilla’s gaze head-on, her voice firm. “So that’s what this is all about. The news article, yes, that was my work.”

I had to

handled that news piece myself,

flicker of regret crossing her face. “But yeah, it still got out, and I’m truly sorry for that. I didn’t mean to air your dirty laundry to the whole world,

her voice soft but firm, “It’s been so long already. But if you’re still upset with me, then I apologize again. I’m truly sorry for what

masterclass in deflection. She played the martyr, the regretful accomplice, and even the concerned

enough to fool some, like Beckham, who cooed, “Let bygones be bygones. Cherry would never hold