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.

molded her into a woman

studied 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 Mrs. Miles at this party while you’re playing the role of a

like a splash of

name, who would she be? In public, she

he could chase after fleeting desires as long as she retained all the diamond rings and the substantial bank account. However, tonight, in front of everyone, he had shattered her dignity

a shaky breath, meeting Cherise’s gaze

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

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

blink of an eye, Cherise had turned the tables,

he relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled by years of