Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, and Raymond’s whimpers reverberated through the room.

Damien’s icy glare sent shivers down Wanda and Patricia’s spines, despite their claims, of affection for the groaning figure on the floor.

Finally, Wanda, her voice trembling, pulled at Cherise’s sleeve. “Cherry, please reason with Dame before he has Raymond killed!”

Cherise’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She met Wanda’s gaze and slowly withdrew her hand. “Are you certain you want him to remain alive?”

Confusion flushed Wanda’s face.”

In Wanda’s eyes, Cherise was still the sweet, forgiving girl she had been five years ago. She wouldn’t dare question someone’s plea, let alone doubt her love.

how five years had molded her into a woman who saw

bewildered expression, a hint of amusement dancing on her lips. “Consider this. If he dies today, you can find someone new. He’s been fooling around with every woman in town, even attempting to

words, though harsh, were like a splash of cold water.

the brink for years, but leaving him? That was akin to leaping off a cliff blindfolded. Without his prestigious name, who would she be? In public, she was Mrs. Lenoir, all smiles and

rings and the substantial

Cherise’s

crept onto her face as she turned to Damien, who continued to pummel Raymond like a punching bag.

Raymond off. His death meant his fortune, and with

the blink of an eye, Cherise had turned the tables, leaving

as he relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled by