Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Cherise felt a warm flush creep into her cheeks as she glanced at the scattered clothes, memories of the previous night flooding her mind like a rushing tide.

Quietly, she retreated to the bathroom for a shower, the weight of the situation pressing heavily upon her. She couldn’t help but blame Mr. Whitlock for the predicament they found themselves in.

Why had he insisted on them listening to that recorder together?

In the end…

Ultimately, she found herself gravitating towards Damien of her own volition.

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this entire debacle was not entirely her fault–Mr. Whitlock’s meddling had set this chain of events into motion.

After her shower, Cherise’s phone rang, signaling an incoming call from Mr. Whitlock.

“Mrs. Lenoir,” inquired Mr. Whitlock with a tone that held a tinge of apprehension, “Have you and Mr. Lenoir had the chance to peruse the recording I provided together, as I suggested?”

With a sardonic curve gracing her lips, Cherise responded, “Indeed, we have, Mr. Whitlock.”

“Mr. Whitlock,” Cherise continued, her voice tinged with a knowing edge, “It appears your spouse and Mr. Samson share a rather peculiar rapport; would you not agree?”

Taken aback by the revelation, Mr. Whitlock stammered, “How did you come to learn of my wife’s association with Samson…”

recording you submitted, was it not their voices that resonated within its confines? I would advise against such jests in the future,

that admonition, Cherise swiftly terminated the conversation, leaving Mr. Whitlock in a state of bewildered contemplation.

Mr. Whitlock

audio recording Cherise received

he had entrusted to

realization, he hastily dialed a familiar

“Good day, sir.”

through the receiver, laden with grief. “I

around him as he slumped in his chair, the weight of his actions crashing down

the end in more ways than

Cherise busied herself by gathering the scattered clothes and starting the washing machine

greeted her with a warm

you were tired last night, so I prepared a nutritious breakfast for you,” Frances

of breakfast options spread out on

aback by the extravagance and struggled

all of this for me?” she finally managed to ask, a hint of

this a tad

else, just let me