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.

and nudged the door

oxygen mask, his face displaying a palette of bruises,

Tears streamed down his face in an instant. Words

smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “Surprised I dropped by? I

in, a smirk twisting his lips. “Chad, the kid with Patricia? Yeah, turns out he’s yours. Guess what? They got kicked out of the Miles and are homeless now. The Lenoirs

hitched, fear trembling through him.

squad how to spend your money once you kick the bucket. As

began to sob uncontrollably, his eyes pleading with

should’ve known I wouldn’t be playing the obedient son. I’ve done what I had to do for you. This mess is on you, and there’s no turning back. The consequences of the seeds you sowed are now upon you.”

with an icy demeanor, and walked away

Tristan kept his silence with Damien. He simply turned