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.

any

individual who submitted the news draft to you, along with the esteemed Dean of Lermille Hospital, painted a rather distinct picture. On the night you received this information, you didn’t bother to contact a single person, least of all

face twisted in shock.

a terrible mistake. Armed with meticulous research and unwavering resolve, Damien

her public image, revealing the

with his gentle, yet relentless, return to the truth. Damien was a predator, and Gwenn, his prey, was ensnared in the trap of his

away, but Priscilla shot him a steely glare. “Let the kids settle their squabbles!”

still triggered the old reflex. As Damien and Gwenn exchanged verbal jabs, whispers began to swirl