My Blind Husband

Cherise’s eyes shut tightly, her features etched with pain. “Your sister’s ordeal mirrors my mother’s in many ways. When I operated on her, I took an extra step… and that’s why she survived.”

“Five years ago, when my mother passed, she urged me not to shoulder blame. She insisted it was her choice.”

“But I couldn’t forgive myself… Because at the time, I entertained the notion of taking that extra step, but… I faltered. I was gripped by fear… Fear that one additional step might jeopardize my mother’s life.”

“But it was that one step… and my mother couldn’t hold on…”

Cherise locked these memories away, never daring to share them with anyone

In the years following, each midnight reverie would stir her from slumber, tears staining her pillow in remembrance of her mother.

Subsequently, Cherise crossed paths with Dr. Keeples, Lermille Hospital’s director.

His sage advice resonated deeply with her: the gravest mistake a doctor could make was to operate on a loved one without absolute conviction.

Such a decision, he cautioned, would yield a lifetime of remorse.

Inspired by his counsel, Cherise made the pivotal choice to join Lermille Hospital’s ranks.

a festering wound, a

included this narrative in her paper because of Maeve’s

yearned for guidance on navigating such delicate

her paper would become Gwenn’s weapon

against Cherise stemmed from

reluctance to perform surgery, and

Gwenn systematically dismantled Cherise’s aspirations and livelihood, shattering her dreams and undermining her

her tormented soul. “It’s all

your mother, I would

stilled momentarily as

at Damien through tear–blurred eyes, she

knows the goodness within your heart.”

her lips trembling in

with a kiss. “Zachary informed. me that when you

to your mother by day and burned the midnight oil alone, sleeping a mere

solely to grant your loved

your intervention, this ailment