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.

furrowed his brow, a hint of annoyance flashing across his eyes. “Gwenn, come on.

gaze, her voice monotone.

shrugged nonchalantly. “I won’t intrude on your family reunion. I promised the editor some interesting material, and the camera needs

Beckham’s voice cut through the air. “Don’t

glanced at her outfit, a glittering, barely-there ensemble, with distaste. “Cherry said her aunt has a similar body

of color. “No way! I’ll

the stairs. In his mind, Gwenn’s fashion sense was a ticking time

animal, Beckham assumed her wardrobe would be more subdued compared to

Priscilla’s closet seemed like a strategic move for damage control. With her middle-aged

that was just an

his heart, Gwenn and Cherise were his daughters, deserving a place at this family

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