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.”

to be associated with

imbuing her statement with

her jaw. She understood that

friendship with Cherise that Heather found herself in this predicament…

“Yolanda.”

“Let’s settle our affairs without involving

“Is that so?”

“How does Mrs. Lenoir

clear. I desire only Damien.” Yolanda responded bluntly,

candor left no room

more, accusing, “So you aspire to

she admonished.

Yolanda maintained her composure.

was Mr.

hand rose, delivering three resounding slaps to Heather’s face.

of the blows left Heather dizzy and momentarily speechless.

heart ached, prompting her to rush forward and

was she, a woman, for

her to lose her footing and stumble backward-

as Cherise braced herself for impact with the ground,

“Are you alright?”

reached her ears

were gentle and respectful, showing no