Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Yolanda’s voice dripped with flirtation in the delicate cocoon of her ear. “Damien, you mentioned you’d come over once Cherise drifts into slumber. When might that be?”

“I’m a bit weary. When do you think Cherise will doze off?”

“Why not utilize the sleeping pills you’ve prepared? Didn’t you prepare them?”

Cherise offered no reply.

She simply listened, her silence a canvas for Yolanda’s monologue, punctuated by soft utterances of “Mm,” “Ah,” “Okay.”

“Excellent. Let’s convene at our usual haunt tomorrow!”

Confronted with Yolanda’s buoyant tone, Cherise sighed inwardly, rubbing her temples. “Ms. Weiss.”

Finally, Yolanda exclaimed through the line, “You are…”

“I am Cherise.”

With the phone nestled in her palm, Cherise sighed again, her brow furrowing.

While she didn’t consider her initial “hello” particularly loud, it wasn’t muted.

If her voice reached Yolanda’s ears, why did Yolanda persist in this charade?

Cherise never fathomed her softened tone, which

played this game, which is evident in her calculated words.

intention behind her carefully

Cherise offered a faint smile. “Ms. Weiss, I presumed your late call was in pursuit of

wish for an amicable resolution.”

words only muddies the waters

my husband maintains a distance

Ms. Weiss. Rest well. Perhaps in your dreams, you’ll succeed in winning over your desired quarry.”

waiting for Yolanda’s retort, Cherise terminated the call.

and Damien with such crude methods?

No way!

“Finished?”

of tobacco and the chill of the night air, a smile gracing

checks flushed crimson. “You…

“Mhmm.”

His imposing frame once again enveloped Cherise. “My dear little fool,

“I’ve told you I’m not a fool!”

eyes, you’ll always be my