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.

years had molded her into a woman who saw the world in shades of advantage and

woman in town, even attempting to reconcile with Mrs. Miles

words, though harsh, were like

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

retained all the diamond rings and the substantial bank account. However, tonight, in front of everyone, he had shattered her

meeting Cherise’s gaze as her resistance

turned to Damien, who continued to pummel Raymond like a punching bag. “Dame,” she spat, “make

finish Raymond off. His death meant his fortune, and with that, a new life, a new lover,

of an eye, Cherise had turned

he relentlessly battered Raymond, each