Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“Family matters? What’s the latest family drama?” Charles’ voice resonated through the phone

Damien chuckled, balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he skillfully chopped vegetables. “Nothing too exciting, just preparing some food for my father-in-law and the gang, keeping myself occupied.”

Charles, on the other end, spluttered. “You… you’re cooking?” he stammered. “Since when? But you told me you couldn’t even boil water when I asked you to make dinner forMacve!”

Damien flashed a teasing grin. “Nope, wife-only policy, just like your sister-only rule with cooking. You have hands and feet, buddy, so cook for your own lady.”

He ended the call before Charles could respond.

On the other end, Charles stared at his phone, mouth agape. So Damien wasn’t helpless in the kitchen. He was just pretending! Because Charles, with his perfectly capable hands and feet, should be cooking for his wife, Maeve. Damien might love his sister, but family ties didn’t extend to the kitchen in his world, apparently!

asked, concern furrowing her brow as she saw Charles’s frown.

he’s busy.” Charles turned to Maeve,

actually preparing a feast for Cherise and Beckham! The same guy who refused to cook me a simple pasta dish! I guess love triumphs over friendship for Damien,

her sleeping daughter with one hand and looked up at Charles with raised eyebrows.

consider catering to Cherise’s every whim

distant, cold towards the

would be like climbing Mount Everest in flip- flops. But then Cherry came along

feit betrayed when even Macve spoke

doubt gnawed at him.

dad, then