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.”

be associated

emphasized the word “regrettable,” imbuing her

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

Cherise

“Yolanda.”

our affairs without involving my friend.”

“Is that so?”

raised her gaze to Cherise. “How does Mrs. Lenoir intend to address this

clear. I desire only Damien.” Yolanda

candor left no room

more, accusing, “So you

she admonished.

the criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure. “Kenny, slap her for me.”

Mr.

gave the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose, delivering three resounding slaps to Heather’s face.

blows left Heather dizzy and momentarily speechless.

forward

was she, a woman, for

Cherise aside, causing her to

impact with the ground, a pair

“Are you alright?”

ears as

gentle and respectful,