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?

fathomed her softened tone, which could mirror

this game, which is evident in her

her carefully chosen

deep breath, Cherise offered a faint smile. “Ms. Weiss, I presumed your late call was in pursuit of an accord regarding the issue

wish for

deliberate choice of words only muddies the waters between

husband maintains a distance from you.”

well. Perhaps in

retort, Cherise terminated

to sow discord between her and Damien with

No way!

“Finished?”

scent of tobacco and the chill of the night air, a smile gracing his lips. “Just like the conduct of Mrs.

crimson. “You… you

“Mhmm.”

once again enveloped Cherise. “My dear little fool, you’ve grown, defending the honor of

weakly pushed against him. “I’ve told

you’ll always be my