Marrying the Man in the Dark

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…”

their voices that resonated within its confines? I would advise against such

terminated the conversation, leaving Mr. Whitlock in a state of bewildered

his office, Mr. Whitlock grappled with the

recording Cherise received feature his

one he had entrusted to Samson only the

flurry of realization, he hastily dialed a familiar number. “Hello,

“Good day, sir.”

voice, a woman’s somber tones echoed through the receiver, laden with grief. “I am

world crumbled around him as he slumped in his chair, the

in more ways than one.

the scattered clothes

greeted her with a warm

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

breakfast options spread out on the table behind Frances–Italian, Western, meat, vegetarian… it was a veritable

extravagance and struggled to find her

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

this a

unwavering. “If you want anything else, just let me know. As long as I’m