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.

Cherise had changed, how five years had molded her into a woman who saw the world

Wanda’s bewildered expression, a hint of amusement dancing on her lips. “Consider this. If he dies today, you can find someone new. He’s been fooling around with every woman in town, even attempting to reconcile with

were like a splash

but leaving him? That was akin to leaping off a cliff blindfolded. Without his prestigious name, who would she be? In public,

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

breath, meeting Cherise’s gaze as her

twisted smile crept onto her face as she turned to Damien, who continued to pummel Raymond like a punching bag. “Dame,” she

with

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

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