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 with

“regrettable,” imbuing her

understood that Yolanda’s “regrettable” referred

of her friendship with Cherise that Heather found herself in

“Yolanda.”

our affairs without

“Is that so?”

“How does Mrs. Lenoir intend

are clear. I desire only Damien.”

no

“So you aspire to

audacious!” she admonished.

her composure. “Kenny,

was Mr. Whitlock’s name.

the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand rose,

of the blows left

prompting her to rush forward and attempt

she, a woman, for Mr. Whitlock?

Cherise aside, causing her to lose

herself for impact with the

“Are you alright?”

male voice reached her ears as the stranger lifted her.

and respectful, showing no hint of