My Blind Husband

The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, and Raymond’s whimpers reverberated through the room.

Damien’s icy glare sent shivers down Wanda and Patricia’s spines, despite their claims, of affection for the groaning figure on the floor.

Finally, Wanda, her voice trembling, pulled at Cherise’s sleeve. “Cherry, please reason with Dame before he has Raymond killed!”

Cherise’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She met Wanda’s gaze and slowly withdrew her hand. “Are you certain you want him to remain alive?”

Confusion flushed Wanda’s face.”

In Wanda’s eyes, Cherise was still the sweet, forgiving girl she had been five years ago. She wouldn’t dare question someone’s plea, let alone doubt her love.

no inkling of how much Cherise had changed, how five years had molded her into a woman who saw the

in town, even attempting to reconcile with Mrs. Miles at this party while

words, though harsh, were like a splash of cold

name, who would she be? In public, she was Mrs. Lenoir, all smiles and elegance, but internally, she was

could chase after fleeting desires as long as she retained all the diamond rings and the substantial

Cherise’s

smile crept onto her face as she turned to Damien, who continued to pummel Raymond like a punching bag. “Dame,” she spat, “make it hurt good!

yearned for Damien to finish Raymond off. His death meant his fortune, and with that, a new life, a new lover, all acquired

an eye, Cherise had turned the tables, leaving Raymond’s sole defender speechless.

as he relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled by years