Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“It’s not due to my experience,”

Yolanda calmly asserted, “but rather, the inevitable decay that awaits anything left unattended.”

“Even if it’s not me, there will be someone else.”

With these words, she lowered her head and tenderly patted Heather’s face, feigning compassion. “Don’t you agree?”

Heather was in such agony that she could barely speak.

The pain clouded her comprehension of Yolanda’s conversation with Cherise.

So when Yolanda sought confirmation, and Heather emitted a low, hoarse “Mm,” it was more a reflex than a conscious response.

“You see, even your friend acknowledges it.”

Yolanda chuckled softly, squeezing the cotton swab as she applied the medicine to Heather’s wounds.

“Ah-!”

Heather cried out in agony.

“But one must exercise caution in choosing companions.”

Yolanda glanced at Mr. Whitlock, who promptly moved to restrain Heather’s flailing arm.

“Better treatment options are available, yet Mrs. Lenoir recommended futile remedies for your friend.”

regrettable to be associated with

the word “regrettable,” imbuing her statement with a double entendre.

her jaw. She understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable” referred to

Cherise that Heather found herself in this

“Yolanda.”

tightened her lips. “Let’s settle our

“Is that so?”

Cherise. “How does Mrs.

are clear. I desire

candor left no room

you aspire to be a mistress!”

audacious!” she admonished.

her composure. “Kenny, slap her for me.”

Mr. Whitlock’s name.

Yolanda gave the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose,

the blows left Heather dizzy and momentarily speechless.

ached, prompting her to rush forward

match was she, a woman,

pushed Cherise aside, causing her to lose her footing and stumble backward-

herself for impact with the ground,

“Are you alright?”

male voice reached her ears as the

movements were gentle and respectful, showing no hint of impropriety.