My Blind Husband

“The Lenoirs are here?” Cherise’s eyebrows shot up like startled sparrows.

With no time to ponder, she followed Syatt like a shadow.

Zooming past the wards, she caught a fleeting glimpse of Lyra, her eyes swollen, emerging from one. Cherise didn’t give it much thought; after all, this girl was overly dramatic, shedding tears over the most trivial things.

Entering Raymond’s ward alongside Syatt, Cherise encountered a bustling corridor.

There was Maeve, slumped on a bench with Charles nervously buzzing around like a concerned bee. And Tristan, head hung low with shoulders slumped, stood nearby. On the opposite side, Damien brooded like a raincloud, surrounded by some of the loyal servants of the Lenoir family.

a corner, Wanda, the epitome of nonchalance, tapped away on her phone, probably indulging in some gossip

Charles stood up. “Dr. Shaw… uh, I mean, Cherry!” he stammered with a nervous grin. “I’m so glad you made it. Can you…

settled next to Damien, taking his cold hand in hers. “Charles, what exactly do

from the shadows, filled with the weight

this…after everything.” He said while meeting Cherise’s gaze.

a glimmer of vulnerability. “Cherry, you should understand where I’m coming from. Raymond Lenoir is my dad. I know he messed up and deserves some punishment. I promise that once I bring him back to

consumed by finding you, leaving the company on the brink of collapse. I took charge, kept things running, and never asked for a fancy title or a hefty paycheck. I simply put in the hours, day after day. I might not be an outstanding performer; perhaps I stumbled

lips, her eyes shifting to Damien’s somber face. Her mind