Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“Sweetheart, even though you can’t see anything, allow me to paint the scene around us with words,” Cherise began softly, leaning into Damien’s embrace. “We’re standing on a bridge overlooking a serene river. The clear water below flows gently, originating from a mountain stream” She continued, her voice earnest. “There are fish in that river… There’s trout, whitelish…

Cherise was always happy and joyful in her dreams, even when Damien was blind. Yet upon waking. Cherise found hall her pillow soaked with tears. The laughter and delight of her dreams stood in stark contrast to the emptiness that enveloped her upon awakening.

Since Sebastian had emerged, there was a rift between her and Damien. Damien had distanced himself From Cherise and never shared a bed with her. The stark contrast between the warmth of her dreams and the chilly reality made Cherise feel like her heart was being constricted, causing considerable discomfort.

With pursed lips, she opened the door without a second thought. The vigilant bodyguard outside offered a cautionary reminder. “Mrs. Lenoir, it’s not safe for you to venture out.”

“I’m not. Cherise asserted, her lips forming a tight line. “Just relay to Damien that he must come to me inmediately, without delay”

While this fact might have cluded others in the house, the bodyguards on shifts were privy to it. Damien had dedicated the entire night to his work within

minutes ago to instruct Frances to warm a cup of milk for him as dawn broke, he retreated to his bedroom. Yet Cherise remained oblivious to

by her side and share in her joys and sorrows, Cherise was overwhelmed by an inexplicable sense of

“Mr. Lenoir is…

A deep male voice interjected before the bodyguard could

gray pajamas, his voice carrying a deep, captivating timbre that matched his striking appearance.