My Blind Husband

Gwenn’s inner fire crackled. “What the hell! Is she blind or something? My body is a symphony of seduction, the kind that takes men’s breath away. But in Cherise’s eyes, this little viper, I’m suddenly ‘fat,’ ‘plump’? Like some middle-aged frump?”

“So, this is your sister,” Priscilla said, curling her lips into a cold smirk. Her gaze was icy as she studied Gwenn for a moment, then she laughed. “This pretend niece, why not say hello to your Aunt Priscilla?”

Priscilla had previously heard about Gwenn from Damien.

When Damien found Priscilla, he informed her that one of the main reasons Cherisa didn’t return to the Tanner family after Charisa’s death was because of Gwenn.

Firstly, Gwenn and Cherise had always been at odds, so she didn’t want to share a roof with Gwenn.

biological daughter. She didn’t want to stay in the Tanner family and constantly

furrowed

understand why Beckham, who had acknowledged Cherise as his own, would let such minor issues drive her away from

poisoning her perception of Gwenn even before they had met. Now, face-to-face, Priscilla found

offered, a strained smile gracing her lips. “Look, you’re Cherise’s aunt, not mine. I’m just Dad’s adopted child. No need for all the aunt stuff,

eyes glinting with a challenge. “Beckham is my sister’s husband, and

daughter, remember? I don’t understand why being adopted gives you the right to disrespect elders. If you

unleash a retort when Beckham’s voice boomed, “Gwenn, hurry up and

glint in Beckham’s eyes stopped her cold. He rarely looked at her

was thin.

of sunshine? But why did