My Blind Husband

“Tell me about it,” Ursula replied, oblivious to the sarcasm laced in Cherise’s words.

“So, my advice is: back off. Damien and my sister have a bond that surpasses time, a connection you could never replicate. Even if you reconcile, jealousy will poison your relationship, leading to constant conflict. So, why subject yourself to such misery? Wouldn’t it be easier for everyone if you just let them be?”

Unaware of the sting. Ursula pressed on, “Speaking of which, I heard that Damien never even bought you a house or a car during your time together, right? How fortunate for my sister and me! He bought her at house three years ago, and I just received a brand-new car this year!”

Ursula’s gloating peaked as she declared, “I think it’s pretty clear who Damien truly values, right?”

is certainly admirable. However, I believe you’ve misunderstood. Not everyone is as desperate and lacking self-respect as you and your sister.”

“… What did you say?” she demanded,

me a house or a car. If I desired such things, my parents could

resonating with confidence. “A woman of substance doesn’t rely on her parents or a man. She earns her own way, and that’s

from a stranger, someone whose kindness is motivated by mere gratitude.”

declared, her voice now icy, “you and your sister, Rowena, are nothing more than parasites, invertebrates clinging

accomplishments, bristled like a cornered animal. “You!” she spat, dropping whatever she held and lunging at Cherise. “How dare you speak of my sister and me in such a way! Even Damien wouldn’t stoop

his sentimental heart, would never utter such harsh truths about his ‘savior,” she said, her voice

the grace of a matador, Cherise continued, “And let’s be perfectly clear, you and your sister,