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?

tone, which could mirror Damien’s deep

Weiss knowingly played this game, which is evident

behind her carefully

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

too, wish for an

only muddies the waters between you and my husband.”

I concur that my husband maintains a distance

“It’s late, Ms. Weiss. Rest well. Perhaps in your dreams, you’ll

Yolanda’s retort, Cherise terminated the

sow discord between her and Damien with such

No way!

“Finished?”

the chill of the night air, a smile gracing his lips. “Just

“You… you

“Mhmm.”

door. His imposing frame once again

weakly pushed against him. “I’ve told

always be my dear,