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.

years had molded her into a woman who saw the world in shades of

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 reconcile

words, though harsh, were like a splash of cold

his prestigious name, who would she be? In public, she was Mrs. Lenoir,

desires as long as she retained all the diamond rings and the substantial bank

a shaky breath, meeting Cherise’s gaze as her

pummel Raymond like a punching bag. “Dame,”

Raymond off. His death meant his fortune, and with that,

had turned the

veins as he relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled by years of