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?

never fathomed her softened tone,

game, which

behind her carefully chosen words was

I presumed your late call was in pursuit of an accord regarding the

his spouse, I, too, wish for an amicable resolution.”

muddies

my husband maintains a distance

“It’s late, Ms. Weiss. Rest well. Perhaps in your dreams, you’ll succeed in winning over

Yolanda’s retort, Cherise

discord between her and Damien with such crude methods?

No way!

“Finished?”

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

crimson. “You… you

“Mhmm.”

door. His imposing frame once again enveloped

“I’ve told you

my eyes, you’ll always be my dear, my little fool.”