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.

a stranger, an adversary, or a lover. But Cherise, heed my warning. Until your memory returns, take

try my patience. You know me well enough,” he continued, rising abruptly. “I have plenty of tricks to ensure you eat your meals.” With

Cherise’s spine. She pouted, feeling a pang of betrayal. “You were so kind to me once… Is this who you truly are?” Just days ago, she never would’ve imagined that Damien, who

and mocking. He turned away, dismissing her with a cold chuckle. “It’s in your best interest to eat your meals. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself incapable of seeking justice for your mother!” With that, he slammed the door

the room, Cherise stared at the closed door, her expression hollow. Tears silently flowed down. her cheeks as she sank to the floor in despair. She had hoped

okay?” Marve, seated downstairs spotted Damien descending and rose from the sofa. “Should I explam the situation back then to

then was my fault…” Maeve’s face contorted with shame as she confessed. “I can’t forgive myself if my actions continue to

closing his eyes and slumping onto the sofa. “Her thoughts are utterly

did you go up and argue with her again? She’s already harboring misconceptions about

Even if I treat her kindly,

Frances hurried down the stairs, excitement evident in her voice. “Mr. Lenoir, Mrs. Lenoir has

seems she was truly famished, Damien remarked with a faint smile. Prepare more delicacies tailored to her preferences.”