My Blind Husband

Candace furrowed her brow, tapping her hands on her thighs.

Meanwhile, Cherise lowered her head, delicately playing with a pen. Little did she know, the pen belonged to Damien and was worth millions.

Cherise had no inkling of its value; she simply found it visually appealing. She twirled the pen around, idly toying with it from different angles.

Once Lennon finished reading the five-page document, Cherise opened the pen and glanced at him. “Can I start writing now?”

Lennon nodded. “Yes, go ahead.”

Cherise took the A4 paper handed to her by Damien and began carefully writing each word and sentence.

Meanwhile, Candace was far from at ease.

Despite her confidence in her remarkable memory, she hadn’t anticipated Lennon uncovering such a complex and obscure document. Five pages devoured in one go! How could she possibly recall it all? She wasn’t some memory prodigy!

writing quietly beside her, steadily

Cherise’s profile-attentive and unassuming, prompting a

so much,” she mused involuntarily.

thoughts. It wasn’t the time for distractions. She refocused on the document Lennon

minutes later, just as Candace was beginning to find her groove and put pen to paper, Lennon’s abrupt announcement shattered her

to find Cherise finished all five pages of her

transcribe everything so quickly? And did the page count match exactly what Lennon

Candace blurted out, “This is impossible!

the document’s subject

surged with

almost as if you weren’t paying attention. This is a memory challenge, you know. You’re