My Blind Husband

Cherise remained silent.

This man had become so skilled at sweet–talking!

In the presidential suite of a five–star hotel in Adania.

A loud “bang” echoed as the expensive, diamond–studded phone was violently thrown to the ground.

Yolanda clenched her fists in anger, her eyes flashing with ruthlessness.

Cherise returned home without remembering how she got there or when she fell asleep.

It felt like she was a small boat in the sea, carried along by Damien’s tumultuous waves.

The following day, she luxuriously slept until noon.

At noon, Cherise was abruptly awakened by the sunlight streaming into her room.

As she glanced outside at the bright sunshine, a wave of chaos swept over her heart.

The next moment, she retrieved her phone and glanced at the screen.

Immediately, the entire manor resonated with the enraged voice of a woman, “Late for work again!!!”

day at her new job, yet she slept until

same scenario on her second

and explain her tardiness to

thought of facing her coworkers and providing excuses caused her head to ache.

voice came through the phone, “Cherise, are you not feeling well today?”

took half a day of sick leave and asked if

also said if you’re not up to it, he

a loss for words.

“This sick leave…”

managed to sway the people at the

more pressing concern crossed her mind. “Heather,

advised her to rest for a few days. How could she have sustained

body even handle

“It’s nothing.”

to Cherise’s unease. “Just a minor injury. Work comes

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

ado, she sprang from the bed, quickly freshening up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t

other end, her tone wary. “Cherise,

be more active

“Forget what?”