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.

much Cherise had changed, how five years had molded her

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 Mrs. Miles at this party while you’re playing the role of a contented wife. Do you truly wish to keep someone like

harsh, were like a splash of cold water.

name, who would

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

shaky breath, meeting Cherise’s gaze as

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

fortune, and with that, a new life, a new lover, all acquired with the

turned the tables, leaving Raymond’s sole defender

through Damien’s veins as he relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled by years