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 noon.

same scenario on her second day, she

request time off and explain her

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

as she grappled with this dilemma, Heather’s voice came through the phone, “Cherise,

sick leave and asked if you could come in

if you’re not up to it, he

a

“This sick leave…”

how Damien managed to sway the people at the research

a more pressing concern crossed her mind. “Heather, did you

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

even

“It’s nothing.”

chirped, seemingly catching on to Cherise’s unease. “Just a minor injury.

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t move an inch. I’ll be over

her tone wary.

I might even be more active than

“Forget what?”