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.

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

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 him who cannot stay

like a splash of cold

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

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

a shaky breath, meeting Cherise’s gaze

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

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

Cherise had turned the tables,

as he relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled