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.

Wanda had no inkling of how much Cherise had changed, how five years had molded her into a woman who saw the world

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

words, though harsh, were like

her to the brink for years, but leaving him? That was akin to leaping off a cliff blindfolded. Without his prestigious name,

convinced herself that he could chase after fleeting desires as long as she retained all the diamond rings and the substantial bank

breath, meeting Cherise’s gaze as her resistance finally waned.

continued to pummel Raymond like a punching bag. “Dame,”

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

the blink of an eye, Cherise had turned the

veins as he relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled by years of