My Blind Husband

“Damien is quite a catch, isn’t he? He was the heir to the Lenoir empire, with seemingly endless wealth and power at his disposal. If I were in your sister’s shoes, I wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip away either. Marriage certainly seems like the most logical course of action, wouldn’t you agree?”

Cherise’s eyes sparkled with amusement, but her smile sent a chilling vibe, causing Ursula to instinctively recoil.

Ursula stammered, her face turning crimson, and retorted, “You… what nonsense is this?! Weena is not the woman you claim her to be; she’s definitely not some gold-digging opportunist! When she rescued Damien, she had no knowledge of his wealth or position. If it weren’t for his public plea to find the girl who saved him, she would have never sought any recognition or compensation!”

Ursula paused before declaring indignantly, her voice filled with righteous anger, “And who are you to accuse my sister with such audacity? Three years ago, Damien was trapped in a fire. My sister, Weena, bravely risked her own life to save him. Her feet were severely burned in the process, and she still struggles to walk today. This is a debt Damien undeniably owes her!”

criticism towards her sister. However, this time, its impact on Cherise was far more profound than intended. While Cherise was aware that

keeping her informed about his life. From his reports, Cherise understood that the only major incident involving Damien was the fire three years ago. Yet, the one who pulled him from

been rescued

had inadvertently grabbed the scrapbook in the urgency of saving Damien, unaware of the potential danger. It was only

eyes of the world, Damien was her enemy. But only Cherise knew that he would forever remain her beloved deep within her heart.

away in the hidden corners of her study lay a metal scrapbook, its

when sleep eluded her, Cherise would reach for it. It was a portal to a past

Shaw Village, her hometown, flipping through her photo albums and diaries, trying to etch every smile and moment of hers in his mind and heart. And she, in turn, found solace in those scrapbooks, clinging to the joy