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?”

I believe you’ve misunderstood. Not everyone is as desperate and lacking self-respect as you and

say?” she

clear. I have no need for Damien to buy me a house or a car. If I desired such things, my parents could

in Lermille, the car, I built it all myself,” Cherise declared, her voice resonating with confidence. “A woman of

her gaze unwavering, “Especially not from a stranger, someone whose kindness is motivated by mere

your sister, Rowena, are nothing more than parasites, invertebrates clinging to others

who had been reveling in the glory of Rowena’s accomplishments, bristled like a cornered animal. “You!” she spat, dropping whatever she held and lunging at Cherise. “How dare you speak of

Ursula’s attack, “Damien, bless his sentimental heart,

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