Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“Struggling with words, huh?” Her gaze shifted to him, a glint of unfamiliar animosity flickering in her eyes. “We have an arranged marriage. Why’d your sister plunge a knife into my mother at our wedding. leading to her untimely demise?” She couldn’t fathom what he was hiding. “Can’t you just explain this to me?” Her words hung in the air, stark and unyielding.

“There are too many players in the game,” Damien responded, a bitter smile tugging at his lips as he shut his eyes momentarily. “But if you’re up for it, I can explain everything in detail.”

“Are you stalling to conjure up a tale?” Cherise’s lips pursed, memories of Sebastian’s warning echoing in her mind. “You’ve had ample time on the ride home to concoct a story to fool me.” As Cherise said these words, she couldn’t help but recall Sebastian’s insinuations. With a sneer, she retorted, “You want to explain everything to me in detail? Are you simply putting it off, as Sebastian implied?”

“If I were concocting a tale, would I go to such lengths?” Damien’s eyes narrowed slightly as he advanced towards her, purposeful steps backing her into a corner against the wall. “Cherise, from this moment forward, I won’t tolerate that tone from you again.”

“You’re disregarding my feelings, and you’ve never grasped how much you mean to me,” he continued. his gaze brimming with a dangerous fervor. “Do you realize the magnitude of memories you’ve lost?”

“All of them,” he emphasized. “You’ve lost every memory from the past two decades. We’ve known each other for almost six years. That’s nearly two thousand days. You expect me to untangle our memories in a matter of minutes and elucidate it to you swiftly? This is utterly impossible!”

Cherise felt a jolt as Damien’s gaze bore into her. She nervously bit her lip, meeting his stare with silence.

measured yet firm. “Once you’ve set your mind to something, nothing sways you. It doesn’t matter how you see me now-as a stranger, an adversary, or

continued, rising abruptly. “I have plenty of tricks to ensure you eat your meals.” With a cold finality, he instructed, “Frances, prepare another meal. for the lady.

me once… Is this who you truly are?” Just days ago,

your best interest to

sank to the floor in despair. She had hoped that her

rose from the sofa. “Should I explam the situation back then to her?”

shame as she confessed. “I can’t forgive myself if my actions continue to affect you and Cherise…

onto the sofa. “Her thoughts are utterly poisoned by Sebastian. Even if you

then?” Maeve’s anxiety was palpable. She paced back and forth in the living room. “Why did you go up and argue with her again? She’s

sees me as an adversary. Even if I treat her kindly, she’ll perceive it as deception. It’s better to provoke her and position

stairs, excitement evident in her

she was truly famished, Damien remarked with a faint smile. Prepare more delicacies tailored