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 exposé, the journalist must reach out to both parties involved. Even a single interview, a glimpse of

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 distinct picture. On the night you received this information, you didn’t bother to contact a single person, least of all Cherise. Instead, you rushed

twisted

mistake. Armed with meticulous research and unwavering resolve, Damien had come to

her public image, revealing the shallowness beneath the

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

steer the conversation away, but

to the late Charisa, fell silent. Even with Charisa gone, facing her sister still triggered the old reflex. As Damien and