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?

fathomed her softened tone, which could mirror Damien’s

Weiss knowingly played this game, which is evident in her calculated

her carefully chosen words was

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

too, wish for

words only muddies the waters between you

concur that my husband maintains a distance from

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

retort, Cherise terminated the

between her and Damien with such

No way!

“Finished?”

stood outside, exuding the scent of tobacco and the chill of the night air,

crimson. “You…

“Mhmm.”

entered the car, closing the door. His imposing frame once again enveloped Cherise. “My dear little fool, you’ve

against him. “I’ve told you

always be my dear, my