Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

That individual’s resounding voice seized the entire library’s attention, focusing it squarely on Cherise.

The once tranquil library instantly morphed into a bustling marketplace filled with whispers, discreet snickers, and open mockery.

Amidst this cacophony, Cherise heard every word.

She pressed her lips together, her hands clenched tightly by her side.

While she had always maintained the belief that she shouldn’t heed the words of others and knew she shouldn’t allow the gossipmongers to affect her, the unpleasant voices stirred a deep rage within her.

After all, ignoring such matters entirely was an impossible feat, wasn’t it?

“Let’s go.”

Blake took a decisive step forward without uttering another word, positioning himself protectively in front of Cherise. He then turned to the girl with twin ponytails and inquired, “Is there a back exit here?”

The girl was taken aback by the unfolding scene before her.

hearing Blake’s query, she snapped back to reality, nodding vigorously. “Yes, yes, there is!

her belongings, hesitating as she clutched her backpack.

hurried over, and took Cherise’s hand, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry… I’ll lead

girl’s eyes, Cherise

this young lady believed she bore the brunt

hand holding hers and offered a reassuring smile. “It’s

“Ms. Shaw.”

Cherise prepared to depart, another young woman rose, holding her

smile “I’m Emma Raumolde a student from the journalism frowned at her, already disinclined to

Emma preempted Cherise’s potential refusal with a faint smile, swiftly posing her question. “Ms. Shaw, what do you think

critics assail you for flouting conventional etiquette and morality, accusing you of mistreating your husband and employing a hypocritical strategy to subject him to excruciating pain under the guise of acting in

while effortlessly resolving the crisis facing the Lenoir

these perspectives do

composed demeanor and seemingly impartial words thinly veiled

furrowed his brow. “Are