Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 867 Unspoken Guilt

Cherise’s eyes shut tightly, her features etched with pain. “Your sister’s ordeal mirrors my mother’s in many ways. When I operated on her, I took an extra step… and that’s why she survived.”

“Five years ago, when my mother passed, she urged me not to shoulder blame. She insisted it was her choice.”

“But I couldn’t forgive myself… Because at the time, I entertained the notion of taking that extra step, but… I faltered. I was gripped by fear… Fear that one additional step might jeopardize my mother’s life.”

“But it was that one step… and my mother couldn’t hold on…”

Cherise locked these memories away, never daring to share them with anyone

In the years following, each midnight reverie would stir her from slumber, tears staining her pillow in remembrance of her mother.

Subsequently, Cherise crossed paths with Dr. Keeples, Lermille Hospital’s director.

His sage advice resonated deeply with her: the gravest mistake a doctor could make was to operate on a loved one without absolute conviction.

Such a decision, he cautioned, would yield a lifetime of remorse.

Inspired by his counsel, Cherise made the pivotal choice to join Lermille Hospital’s ranks.

her mother’s surgery remained a festering wound, a relentless source of guilt.

included this narrative in her paper because of Maeve’s

practitioner, Cherise yearned for guidance

she anticipate that her paper would become Gwenn’s

actions against Cherise stemmed from a clear understanding of the

reluctance to perform surgery, and now,

dismantled Cherise’s aspirations and livelihood, shattering her dreams and undermining her

his arms, his gentle touch a balm to her tormented soul. “It’s all in the past, my love. There’s no need to fret.”

your mother, I would have

momentarily as she

tear–blurred

she, like me, knows the goodness

locked eyes with Damien, her lips trembling in silence.

kiss. “Zachary informed. me that when you operated on your

worldwide, seeking counsel on the feasibility of your plan. You tirelessly tended to your mother by day and burned the midnight oil alone, sleeping a mere few hours a night.

to grant your loved ones more

this ailment had never been conquered.”

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