Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“I’m heading downstairs now. If you prefer not to raise your voice, just inform the bodyguard at the door, and he’ll relay the message, Frances offered before making her exit.

Cherise hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Actually… I do have a request.”

Frances halted in her tracks, turning back to face Cherise. “What else can I assist you with?”

“I need a piece of fabric.” Cherise explained, her brow wrinkling as she tried to recall the details of the black satin cloth covering Damien’s eyes in her dream. “A piece of black satin fabric with intricate dark patterns.” She gestured with her hands, indicating the desired dimensions. “About this size.”

Frances’ heart skipped a beat as she processed Cherise’s request. The fabric she described… can it possibly be…

Is there a problem?” Cherise inquired noticing Frances sudden

no. No issue at all!” Frances quickly reassured her, flashing a bright smile as she swung the door open. Tll fetch it for you right away!” It’s just a simple piece of black fabric. It’s completely harmless, right? With that thought, Frances descended the stairs, making her way to the utility room to locate the requested

the house, remnants from when Damien pretended to be blind five years prior. “Here you go,” Frances said, presenting the fabric to

the edge of Cherise’s bed. “When I arrived, I spotted someone lingering beneath a window of one of the

had brought and laid it out before Cherise. From her pocket, she retrieved a box

with amnesia, you’re not foolish enough to contemplate a leap from a room at this height!” She pushed the book

her, flipping through pages of the book. with a puzzled expression. “What’s all this?” she queried, the book revealing a collection of old photographs depicting a diverse array of individuals spanning