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.

girl was draped over the young man’s navy blue coat, her own coat slipping off her arm

the

few lingering to peer into the room.

though compact, provided an unobstructed view.

couple visible, disappointment settled over

and closed the door

behind Emily, dusting herself off with a playful remark like we’re in

“This isn’t the time for

door crack at the journalists searching the

Cherise, he added, “We can’t stay hidden here

her lips, eyeing the mop and bucket in the corner. “I have a plan. towards

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

order to maintain her guise, Emily was liberally adorned with dust and grime, effectively obscuring her true identity.