Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

The man shook his head in mild bemusement, a faint smile playing on his lips. “It’s not particularly urgent.”

Cherise’s response was quick and relentless. “Still, let’s give it a listen. What if it’s truly significant?”

“Mr. Whitlock emphasized its importance when he contacted me…”

Unable to dissuade her, Damien closed the bedroom door with a resigned sigh, then proceeded to remove his coat before reclining on the bed, drawing Cherise close into his embrace.

“How about this: we listen together, and afterward, you can get some rest?”

Cherise nodded in agreement, her lips slightly pursed. “Alright.”

As Damien inhaled the scent of her hair, he pressed play on the voice recorder—

The night enveloped them in quietude as they lay intertwined.

Cherise’s expression oscillated between shock and embarrassment, while Damien’s eyes held a hint of amusement.

The room was filled with the voices emanating from the recorder.

“Your husband isn’t aware of our rendezvous, correct?”

“No, he’s oblivious, and he’ll remain so… Does your wife suspect anything?”

“That old hag, ugh!”

closer, my love, come kiss

“Embrace me…”

herself speechless.

Whitlock had stressed the significance of the recording when entrusting it to

to the clandestine affair of

why was the volume escalating and the

woman’s voice sound

even beneath the covers, the sounds persisted, relentlessly assaulting her

from beneath the blanket. “Um… dear,

to tease her a bit. “But isn’t this what you wanted me

a mischievous grin, he lifted the

frustration about Mr. Whitlock. “I thought… I thought Mr. Whitlock, being my former boss, wouldn’t have any

said… but I

her to

about listening to this?

How mortifying!

no harm, Cherise.”

hint of amusement. “Didn’t you mention

silently. “He

“Mm.”