Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Damien’s voice reverberated through the room, cutting through the tense silence like a sharp knife.

“So, this is Ms. Tanner’s journalistic code? Expose, slander, and then claim the moral high ground?” Gwenn’s carefully constructed facade crumbled under his gaze. Damien was a man of quiet power, his words few but impactful.

“I… I avoid my family to protect them,” she stammered, her voice feeble and unconvincing. “As Cherise’s sister, I only wanted what’s best.” But the defiance in her eyes was a flickering flame, extinguishing in the face of Damien’s unwavering conviction.

“Best for her?” Damien’s smile was a chilling thing, devoid of warmth.

You dragged her through the mud, portrayed her as a villain, and then pretended to be her savior? I find such hypocrisy distasteful. And I spoke with a source at the SumTimes who presents a rather different account of events.”

Gwenn’s breath caught. The weight of his words pressed down on her, suffocating and damning. Damien had exposed the truth, the ugly truth that lay beneath her carefully crafted narrative.

informed me of a journalistic protocol. Before publishing any exposé, the journalist must reach out to both parties involved. Even a single interview, a glimpse of the other side, is

Dean of Lermille Hospital, painted a rather distinct picture. On the night you received this information, you didn’t

face twisted in

wedding had been a terrible mistake. Armed with meticulous

the shallowness beneath the carefully

conversation was met with his gentle, yet relentless, return to the truth. Damien was

rise, Beckham furrowed his brow. He tried to steer the conversation away, but Priscilla shot

deferring to the late Charisa, fell silent. Even with Charisa gone, facing her sister still triggered the old reflex. As Damien