Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“What… what do we do?” Emily’s voice quivered as the reporters furrow her brow and slip out of sight. drew closer, prompting Cherise to

Blake, his expression concerned, glanced at Emily’s flushed cheeks and teary eyes. “You little fool,”

With a gentle murmur, he embraced Emily just as the door swung open with a loud bang from outside.

The reporters, paying no attention to the room’s occupants, immediately began clicking their cameras, solely focused on capturing Cherise’s unguarded reaction.

Their anticipation for a flustered Cherise was palpable.

If mistaken, they would simply apologize.

But if Cherise stumbled, it would be front-page news!

Yet, they were in for a surprise.

In the dimly lit storage room, sunlight streamed through a narrow window, illuminating a couple locked in a passionate embrace atop a deserted desk.

man’s navy blue coat, her own coat slipping off her

man fixed a cold stare on the reporters, his expression stern, his

a few lingering to

though compact,

couple visible, disappointment settled over the group as

released Emily and closed the door to the utility

from beneath the desk behind Emily, dusting herself off with a playful remark like we’re in

isn’t the

the area, he

he added, “We can’t

eyeing the mop and bucket in the corner. “I

as a janitor, bore a bucket and mop in one hand while pushing a sizable trash can with the other, her trajectory slow and deliberate towards the refuse chute located at the rear

guise, Emily was liberally adorned with dust and grime, effectively obscuring her true