My Blind Husband

“Why the sudden silence?” Damien held his phone with a knowing smile, watching the children bicker playfully, However, the question was quickly forgotten as a blur of motion dashed toward him.

His teasing was abruptly interrupted by a whirlwind.

Cherise, with her arms outstretched like a joyous bird, crashed into his embrace. He effortlessly caught her, his strong frame easily absorbing her momentum. So, what’s got you buzzing like a hummingbird on sugar water? Something tells me your reunion with Aunt Priscilla went well.”

Cherise nestled in Damien’s arms, finding comfort in his familiar scent. “Mm-hmm,” she confirmed, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

“Happy?” he asked.

“Very,” she mumbled, her arms tightening around his waist. “But how did you manage all this?”

A hint of guilt colored his voice as he confessed, “Because I wanted to give you another wedding. Five years ago, ours turned into a nightmare. I’ve never forgiven myself for that.”

joy, I realized maybe… maybe we deserved another chance. Not as adversaries, but as husband and wife. A chance to clear my father’s name, to set the record straight about your mother. A chance to finally

he added with a playful wink, “our two little ones could be

his eyes. “And by the way, I couldn’t help but overhear you asking about Lyra’s family the

amusement, filled the air. So, under the alias of Charisa Neller, I tracked down your mom’s lost relatives. And guess who I stumbled upon? The Quinells –

wonder you two hit it off all those years ago. Naive birds of a feather, always charging

curved into a playful

low rumble that sent shivers down

the one!” she retorted,

your help with everything, drives you crazy with worry, and you just grin and bear it. Tell me,

banter, her heart brimmed with gratitude. Damien had been her constant, her anchor in the storm. Five years