My Blind Husband

“Brilliant!” Beckham exclaimed, his excitement palpable as he tightened his grip on Cherise’s hand. “Do I look alright? First impressions are important, especially when meeting your aunt, your mom’s sister.”

“You look fantastic. Absolutely dashing,” Cherise assured him, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Seeing Beckham like this, any flicker of resentment that Gwenn had ignited in Cherise’s heart sputtered and died.

No matter how he treated her, Cherise knew deep down that Beckham still held her mother dear. Her mother had passed away years ago, yet her father’s anxiety about meeting her family was evident. Perhaps his awkward attentiveness was just another layer of grief.

Beckham had barely taken a few steps when he abruptly stopped, spinning around as if he had remembered something. Gwenn remained rooted to the spot, her face unreadable.

of annoyance flashing across his eyes. “Gwenn,

monotone. “She was your wife, not

nonchalantly. “I won’t intrude on your family reunion. I promised the

for the doorknob, Beckham’s voice cut through the air. “Don’t go. Come with

her outfit, a glittering, barely-there ensemble, with distaste. “Cherry said her aunt has a similar body type. Maybe you

of color. “No

the practical person he was, Beckham gave her a firm nudge towards the stairs. In his mind, Gwenn’s fashion sense was a ticking time bomb. What if she showed

that Cherise’s sister was not known for being a party animal, Beckham assumed her wardrobe would be

for damage control. With her middle-aged tastes, she wouldn’t

was just an

Gwenn and Cherise were his

a distant presence. Beckham longed to bridge the gap, hoping this reunion would mend their fractured bond. He didn’t realize