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!

was writing quietly beside her, steadily filling the page

could only catch a glimpse of Cherise’s profile-attentive and unassuming, prompting a hint

so much,”

wasn’t the time for distractions. She

find her groove and put pen to paper, Lennon’s abrupt

all five pages of her A4 paper

so quickly? And

Candace blurted out, “This is

could Cherise have accomplished this feat? It seemed inconceivable that she, a doctor unfamiliar with the document’s subject matter, could complete it quickly. It had to be a sham, a random assortment of

surged with this

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