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.

epitome of nonchalance, tapped away on her phone,

he stammered with a nervous

her brows, her gaze sweeping the room. With a slow smile, she settled next to Damien, taking his

father.” Tristan’s voice rasped from the shadows, filled with the

seems crazy, asking you for this…after everything.” He said while meeting Cherise’s gaze. His face bore the marks of

he messed up and deserves some punishment. I promise that once I bring

eyes burning with a quiet fire. “You might not know this, but for the past five years, Damien has been 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 a bit, but no one can say I didn’t give it my all. I’m ready to keep working

eyes shifting to Damien’s somber face. Her mind grappled with the weight of