Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Cherise’s heart quickened its pace within her chest, racing with apprehension.

Could it be?

Was her meticulously crafted escape plan unraveled too soon?

Contrary to the scandalous rumors that swirled around her, no journalist could have fathomed finding her concealed within the confines of such a filthy receptacle!

As the footsteps outside dwindled into silence, a fresh set of resolute footfalls approached, each bearing an air of elegant indifference.

With each approaching stride, Cherise braced herself for the inevitable.

Gritting her teeth, she resignedly closed her eyes, fully convinced that her fate was sealed.

This was the moment, the end of everything!

Not only had she failed to shake off the relentless pursuit of those shady journalists, but now she was about to be caught squatting in a trash can, which would undoubtedly bring immense shame upon herself.

She held the esteemed position of Damien’s wife, who presided over the Lenoir Group!

humiliation weighed heavily, proving

scandalous headlines, picturing her grimy face amidst the

No way!

couldn’t cause embarrassment to her husband!

in her distress, Cherise was startled by

the trash can lid, sunlight flooded in, causing Cherise to squint, clench her teeth, and bow

would either pull her qut of the trash can or, at the very least, tip it over, revealing her shameful

surprise, the person who

a mix of helplessness and amusement. “Mrs. Lenoir, want

utterly shocked!

a surge of excitement through her, warming her heart instantly. head tilted slightly downward, a faint smile

with a blend of emotions-annoyance, excitement, and

her disheveled state, Cherise stood up abruptly, reaching out to embrace Damien. “Darling… she murmured, overwhelmed with emotion.

the library’s signal would be blocked, leaving

her inability to escape would

to anticipate his timely arrival.