My Blind Husband

“I used to wear my heart like a banner, pride myself on how deeply I felt. But you

know what? Ali that emotion was like wearing rose–colored glasses, blinding me to my own daughter…”

He looked at Damien, his face bare with remorse. “Thank you for helping me realize the harm I caused.”

This man, who appeared to be in his fifties, spoke with such sincerity that Damien couldn’t help but smile. “Cherry would be thrilled if she knew you felt this way,” he said. “When she found out about last night, she was terrified you would be hurt. We’re only here because she was afraid you would be upset and wanted to brighten your day. She truly sees you as family, and if you could see her the same way… well, I genuinely believe it would mean the world to her.”

Beckham nodded eagerly. “I couldn’t sleep a wink last night. I spent the whole time reflecting on the past five years. The truth is, I failed as Cherry’s father. I showered Gwenn with love and devoted everything to her, and what did I get? Lies and betrayal. Maybe, right from the beginning, I shouldn’t have… shouldn’t have pretended Gwenn was mine.”

He stood before Damien, his shoulders slumped. “Yes, it’s all my fault. Every bit of it.”

“Dad, it’s not your fault,”

Beckham’s voice trailed off, replaced by a clear, choked–up female voice. Both men in the kitchen spun around, their eyes landing on Cherise.

She stood behind Beckham, tears shimmering as she addressed the older man.

“Dad, don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. You were just trying to do the right thing, to continue caring for Gwenn after I returned. You weren’t wrong about that. And just like me… I could never just replace you with Uncle Elvis. We share blood, but we’ve been apart for so long. I know it’s difficult. But it’s not your fault.”

Sniffling, Cherise wiped her tears away. “But hearing you blame yourself like this, it hurts. I’ve always wanted to be closer to you, Dad. But you always seem so distant…”

Cherise sniffled, her eyes watery but her smile brave. “Are you finally ready to accept me, your farm–raised daughter?”

felt tears prick his own eyes. “I… I

to say he never rejected her, but the

daughter in his heart. But somewhere, there

stepping forward and pulling Cherise into a loose

still helped Raymond escape. That meant she had never considered

Despite the reconciliation years ago, the unfair treatment from Beckham

she not cry tears

stomped over, grabbing Cherise’s sleeve with

“Grandpa wants to do your

her voice bubbling with excitement,

“Grandpa said he never braided your hair when you were little. Do you think he could

Serafina, then met Beckham’s gaze, a hesitant smile tugging at her lips. After a moment, a warm feeling

anyone touched my hair. If you’re up

with nervous

can do. You’ve

comb. He warned Beckham, “Hey, Grandpa. Sera and I only have one Mommy, so don’t mess it up too badly. Otherwise,

needs a beauty makeover just like Sera!”

the two chatterboxes. “You two wouldn’t stop talking for a

teased, her voice dripped with love and appreciation. She understood their attempt

cry on a day like

let Serafina pull her down to