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!

who was writing quietly beside her,

Candace’s vantage point, she could only catch a glimpse of Cherise’s profile-attentive and

wonder Damien liked her so much,” she mused involuntarily.

off such distracting thoughts. It wasn’t the time for distractions. She refocused on the document

minutes later, just as Candace was beginning to find her groove and put pen to

Candace looked up to find Cherise finished all five pages of her

so quickly? And did the page count match exactly what Lennon had reviewed?

disbelief, Candace blurted out, “This is

accomplished this feat? It seemed inconceivable that she, a doctor unfamiliar with the document’s subject matter,

confidence surged with

paper in front of Cherise. “Mrs. Lenoir, you wrote that so hastily, almost as if you weren’t paying attention. This