My Blind Husband

Yolanda’s voice dripped with flirtation in the delicate cocoon of her ear. “Damien, you mentioned you’d come over once Cherise drifts into slumber. When might that be?”

“I’m a bit weary. When do you think Cherise will doze off?”

“Why not utilize the sleeping pills you’ve prepared? Didn’t you prepare them?”

Cherise offered no reply.

She simply listened, her silence a canvas for Yolanda’s monologue, punctuated by soft utterances of “Mm,” “Ah,” “Okay.”

“Excellent. Let’s convene at our usual haunt tomorrow!”

Confronted with Yolanda’s buoyant tone, Cherise sighed inwardly, rubbing her temples. “Ms. Weiss.”

Finally, Yolanda exclaimed through the line, “You are…”

“I am Cherise.”

With the phone nestled in her palm, Cherise sighed again, her brow furrowing.

While she didn’t consider her initial “hello” particularly loud, it wasn’t muted.

If her voice reached Yolanda’s ears, why did Yolanda persist in this charade?

never fathomed her softened tone, which could mirror Damien’s deep

played this game, which is

her carefully chosen

faint smile. “Ms. Weiss, I presumed your late call was in pursuit of an accord regarding the issue of the shares

wish for

deliberate choice of words only muddies the waters between you and my husband.”

that my husband maintains a distance

Ms. Weiss. Rest well. Perhaps in your dreams, you’ll succeed in winning

waiting for Yolanda’s retort,

to sow discord between her and

No way!

“Finished?”

outside, exuding the scent of tobacco and the chill of the night air, a smile

crimson. “You… you heard

“Mhmm.”

once again enveloped Cherise. “My dear little fool, you’ve

pushed against him. “I’ve told you

always be my dear, my little fool.”