My Blind Husband

Soren was taken aback by Serafina’s bold confidence. He scoffed, “I doubt it.”

Serafina pouted, ready to retaliate, when a sharp knock at the door silenced her.

Before Beckham could speak, Serafina quickly adopted Soren’s bossy demeanor and interrupted him. “Hey, Ren, door duty! Grandpa and I are busy!”

Soren glared at her. With a grumbling sigh, he abandoned his Rubik’s Cube and made his way to the door.

The door swung open to reveal Cherise and Damien, carrying bags of groceries.

Cherise and Damien entered, burdened with groceries. “Ren! We haven’t seen our little man since yesterday!” Cherise exclaimed, embracing him.

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Soren squirmed in her arms, grumbling, “Ms. Shaw, you’re practically an adult can we skip the baby talk? It’s embarrassing.”

Cherise was stunned.

Damien burst into laughter and dropped

speak. How could asking her son if he missed

he emerged, with Serafina’s braid neatly tied

the ingredients Damien was carrying, a smile spreading across

We haven’t had one in ages. Damien

counter, he paused for a moment, his

Honey, haven’t you missed my cooking?” a sweet voice had said to

way past eleven! Let’s grab some essentials and go to Dad’s.

Cherise’s idea. But as they navigated the aisles, Damien noticed a pattern. All the ingredients were for dishes he knew the ones she

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suspicion that she was scheming something, and voila! This woman had set