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.

how much Cherise had changed, how five years had molded

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

like

to leaping off a cliff blindfolded. Without his prestigious name, who would she be? In public, she was Mrs. Lenoir, all smiles and elegance, but internally, she was ensnared by

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

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

crept onto her face as she turned to Damien, who continued to pummel Raymond like a punching bag.

she yearned for Damien to finish Raymond off. His death meant his fortune, and with that,

an eye, Cherise had turned the

battered Raymond, each blow