My Blind Husband

“The original intention of performing surgery on Aunt Charisa was also to hope that she could get better, right?”

“You’re not wrong. Those who think you’re wrong are the ones who don’t understand the situation at all. You don’t need to pay attention to them.”

Cherise pursed her lips. In fact, she comprehended the rationale behind Lucy’s words. Damien had reiterated it to her numerous times before.

She had used these words over the past five years to admonish herself.

Yet, the prospect of unveiling her scars before a multitude filled her with dread.

Words wield immense power.

She dreaded being pointed at and whispered about wherever she went, and she recoiled at the thought of enduring the gossip that would follow every job change.

Nevertheless, it seemed there was no alternative but to confront it.

“Alright, where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

Lucy, seated beside Cherise, added, “Besides, you still have Damien by your side!”

her lips tightly pressed together.

she could shield herself from the repercussions

an alarming call from her son’s kindergarten

two children today, and now

home meticulously organizing the evidence to refute the plagiarism accusations. When the phone call shattered the silence of her concentration, she leaped from her chair in a sudden jolt

thoughtfulness, did not resort

possibly have struck another

misunderstanding? How could Soren

you, there’s no mistake. Soren indeed struck the child.”

grew impatient. “Mrs. Lenoir, don’t presume others lack professional integrity

who’s to say your

could respond, the teacher abruptly ended the call.

the phone

brilliance of the midday sun, its

her breath deeply, she regained her composure, swiftly changed her attire, and stepped out