My Blind Husband

Damien’s voice reverberated through the room, cutting through the tense silence like a sharp knife.

“So, this is Ms. Tanner’s journalistic code? Expose, slander, and then claim the moral high ground?” Gwenn’s carefully constructed facade crumbled under his gaze. Damien was a man of quiet power, his words few but impactful.

“I… I avoid my family to protect them,” she stammered, her voice feeble and unconvincing. “As Cherise’s sister, I only wanted what’s best.” But the defiance in her eyes was a flickering flame, extinguishing in the face of Damien’s unwavering conviction.

“Best for her?” Damien’s smile was a chilling thing, devoid of warmth.

You dragged her through the mud, portrayed her as a villain, and then pretended to be her savior? I find such hypocrisy distasteful. And I spoke with a source at the SumTimes who presents a rather different account of events.”

Gwenn’s breath caught. The weight of his words pressed down on her, suffocating and damning. Damien had exposed the truth, the ugly truth that lay beneath her carefully crafted narrative.

through the room, shattered the wedding’s facade of merriment. “My sources at the SumTimes informed me of a journalistic protocol. Before publishing any exposé, the journalist must reach out

a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “The funny thing is, my conversations with the individual who submitted the news draft to you, along with the esteemed Dean of Lermille Hospital, painted a rather

face twisted in

wedding had been a terrible mistake. Armed with meticulous research and

public image, revealing the shallowness beneath the carefully

gentle, yet relentless, return to the truth. Damien was a

He tried to steer the conversation away, but Priscilla shot him a steely glare. “Let

her sister still triggered the old reflex. As Damien and Gwenn exchanged verbal jabs, whispers