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!”

remained silent, her lips tightly

that by staying home, she could shield

day of the ordeal, she received an alarming call from her son’s

son, Soren, hit two children today, and now the parents are demanding

the phone call shattered the silence of her concentration, she leaped from

thoughtfulness, did

he possibly have

How could Soren

you, there’s no mistake.

Lenoir, don’t presume others lack professional integrity as

who’s to say your son’s moral fiber isn’t tainted?”

Cherise could respond, the teacher abruptly

with the phone in her

herself momentarily blinded by the brilliance of the midday sun, its radiance too intense for her eyes to bear.

her breath deeply, she regained her composure, swiftly changed her attire, and stepped out of the house.