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.

had changed, how five years had molded her into a woman who saw the world in shades of advantage and consequence.

new. He’s been fooling around with every woman in town, even attempting to reconcile with Mrs. Miles at this party while you’re playing the role of a contented wife. Do you truly wish to keep someone like

though harsh, were like a splash

brink for years, but leaving him? That was akin to leaping off a cliff blindfolded. Without his prestigious name, who would she be? In public, she was Mrs. Lenoir, all smiles and elegance, but internally,

convinced herself that he could chase after fleeting desires as long as she retained all the diamond rings and the substantial bank account. However, tonight, in front of

a shaky breath, meeting Cherise’s

Raymond like a punching bag. “Dame,” she spat, “make it hurt good! I want my revenge,

His death meant his fortune, and with that, a new life, a new lover, all acquired with the tainted money

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

Damien’s veins as he relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled by years of pent-up rage.