Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

After pronouncing those words, he firmly clasped Cherise’s shoulders, guiding her into the car with purpose, and followed suit, enveloping her in his embrace as they settled inside the vehicle.

Throughout the journey, Cherise hurled curses at him, her anger simmering beneath the surface like a tempestuous sea.

Her ire stemmed from Damien’s confining of her freedom and his inexplicable failure to offer an explanation.

Why, she pondered, did he not clarify if he was facing difficulties?

Why did he remain silent if the situation did not align with Sebastian’s depiction?

Given her current feeling explanation he provided.

him, he should have known that she would unquestionably believe any

Yet, he uttered not a single word of clarification.

Did he truly lack an explanation, or did he feel absolved of the obligation to offer one?

What, she questioned, did he perceive her as?

An object?

A pet?

Or perhaps merely a plaything devoid of memories, past, or the capacity for independent thought?

In truth, she harbored doubt regarding Sebastian’s assertions concerning their relationship.

while her innate connection

the version of herself devoid of memories held affection. for Damien.

reconcile how the former Cherise could have been entangled with Damien amidst an arranged union resembling a transaction, compounded by her parents’ evident

internal conflict, she yearned for

closed eyes, Cherise surrendered to the enigmatic warmth that radiated from Damien, a familiar and foreign warmth enveloping her in its

once knew,” she confessed, her voice tinged with

between love and hatred,” she continued, her words

the depth of those emotions, I

the depths of her being, she exhaled a deep sigh. “Let us part ways, Damien,”

me, we shall dissolve

steadfast and unyielding, tightened his grip on her arm. “I

gaze as she reopened her eyes. “By what right do you oppose my decision?” she questioned, her tone laced with a hint of

marriage may have begun as a transaction and later entangled with my mother’s life.”

that chapter has long been

a steely determination. “I swore an oath never to let you slip away from me in this

for me?” Cherise challenged, her voice

declared, her words

be the woman who would relinquish all for love! I possess reason and intellect,” she asserted boldly, her conviction

formed on Damien’s brow as he regarded her with an intensity that pierced through

Cherise was a woman governed solely by her emotions, devoid of

pursed her lips, nodding in affirmation.

his expression inscrutable