My Blind Husband

“Do you want me to give you face? What good will that do? Will your ‘face’ bring my Mom and Dad back or keep Cherry’s mom safe? Come on, Tris!”

Silence hung heavy, punctuated by Tristan’s stunned blink. He knew Damien wouldn’t be easy, but this? Not even a sliver of consideration?

Meanwhile, Maeve, perched on the sofa, arched an eyebrow. “Hey, Dame, give the guy a break. Tristan’s practically begging. Don’t be so mean.”

Damien’s laugh was like a cold wind. His eyes, once warm, turned into glaciers. “What if it was YOU he was pleading for? Would you cave just because Tris pulled this act? Would you let Raymond walk just because he’s on his knees?”

Maeve, with pursed lips, shook her head. “I wouldn’t agree, but I wouldn’t ice him out like this either.”

Tristan knew his cousins clung to the past, just like him. He couldn’t forget how his dad, Raymond, carved up his eye with a knife all those years ago.

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at Damien and asked, “Can I go in?”

Damien nodded.

nudged the door

his face displaying a palette of

creaked open, and Raymond’s heart skipped a beat. It was Tristan. Tears streamed down his face in an instant. Words choked his throat, leaving him

a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “Surprised I dropped by? I have news for you.”

a smirk twisting his lips. “Chad, the kid with Patricia? Yeah, turns out he’s yours. Guess what?

breath hitched, fear trembling through him.

to spend your money once you kick the bucket. As

pleading with Tristan, silently begging him

years ago, you should’ve known I wouldn’t be playing the obedient son. I’ve done what I had to do for

man threw those words out, rose with an icy demeanor, and walked away without

Tristan kept his silence with Damien. He simply turned and strolled away from the