My Blind Husband

Cherise stood still, pursing her lips, before exiting the airport with her children and getting into the car Damien had arranged for them.

Little did she know, there was a black extended Lincoln car parked nearby. Inside the car, a man dressed in black with a cold demeanor swirled red wine in his glass. His gaze, like that of a predator observing its prey, was fixed on the direction Cherise had left.

After a while, a faint smile appeared on his lips. He muttered, “Cherise, it’s been over a decade, but you haven’t changed.”

Then, he glanced down at the file on the low table in front of him. It was a document–a dossier about Damien.

The man sipped his wine and smiled. “What right does that Lenoir guy have to compete for a woman with me? Ten years ago, I claimed Cherise as mine. No one can take her away from me.”

When Cherise and the children returned to Lenoir Manor, Damien was discussing recent work matters with Lennon in the study.

Seeing the car stop outside, Damien stretched lazily. “Let’s call it a day,” he suggested.

is not the time to be distracted. The company is

short term, you might as well put all your energy into work. I’m different from you. I have a wife and children. I can’t

to punch Damien right then and

it really necessary for him to flaunt his married life like this?

himself in

on his phone screen and said solemnly, “Mr. Weiss of the Weiss family arrived in Adania today. Besides acquiring the shares Tristan discarded, he also bought some

there was no response

up, only to find that he

in frustration and glanced out of the window. Damien had already reached Cherise’s car. He picked up Serafina, held Cherise’s hand, and walked towards the villa