Marrying the Man in the Dark

“Let’s see if anyone sparks a memory. Otherwise, all our efforts will have been for naught,” Lucy suggested. Cherise’s lips pressed into a thin line as she settled back onto the bed, resuming her. examination of the photos.

As daylight waned and the room darkened with the onset of evening, Cherise noticed the fading. sunlight giving way to the encroaching night. By eight o’clock at night, Lucy’s persistent yawns betrayed her fatigue. After hours spent poring over the photographs, Cherise’s breakthrough came unexpectedly. She identified a figure in one of the books with a pointed finger. “I remember him,” she declared. “I recall his name, and I remember he once lent me a hand.”

Lucy’s expression soured as she glanced at the page subconsciously, her disbelief evident as she covered her face with her hands in frustration. “After all this time, you only remember one person?”

Cherise nodded solemnly. “It appears so.”

“Very well,” Lucy sighed, closing the book and tucking it away. “I’ll have a word with Damien and see if we can arrange for this individual to be released from the mental institution.”

following the woman until she disappeared. Then, realization struck, causing her eyes to widen in

voice. She offered a reassuring smile. “He’s the only person you remember. Even if he’s currently confined, Damien will see to his release. Lucy’s expression softened, a faint smile gracing her lips. “I just… worry that Mr. Lenoir will have to go through quite a hassle.

puzzled over her cryptic statement. “In my recollection… lan

something he shouldn’t have,” Lucy clarified with a subtle smile before departing. leaving Cherise

her intentions wer vigilant bodyguards stationed at the door. “Mrs. Lenoir,” they interjected, raising her, “Please don’t put us in a difficult position.

put them in a difficult posi stuck in

villa’s impeccable soundproofing, she strained to discern Damien’s teed with a hint of

lan’s admission to