My Blind Husband

Some thank you cards featured cartoonish-drawn images of the two of them.

The children’s drawings were very childlike: simple but also messy.

But Cherise clearly saw images of herself and Damien.

One was taller; the other one was shorter. Both were standing together with a big smile plastered on their faces.

A warm feeling surged in Cherise’s heart. The children’s innocent and well-meaning gesture thoroughly moved her.

It turned out that she and Damien had engaged in such activities in the past.

They visited the orphanage home to see these children and brought warmth and food to them.

Taking a deep breath, Cherise silently opened the video in the email.

The videos showcased past performances by the former children who lived in the orphanage.

There was a little boy who always appeared unwilling grim, and unresponsive every time he went on stage.

The little boy was cute, but Cherise sensed that he was trying to be more mature than he really was.

Very much like Soren.

As the video went on longer, Cherise felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the little boy but couldn’t remember where she had seen him before.

amnesia and couldn’t even remember who

a gut instinct within her that told her she

to Damien’s

at something

her frenzied state rushing in, Damien put down what he was holding. He raised his looked at her indifferently, “What’s wrong,

“Look!”

pointed to the little boy inside. “Do

then he squinted his eyes at the tablet and shook

his hand and pinched her face. “Where did you find this

Mrs. Lydia from the

with a steely glance. “I seem to have promised Mrs. Lydia before that I would go with

just called me and asked if we could

“You agreed?”

“Yeah.”

with her, I still made promise

be

if you want to go… so I just promised

want to

I not

his eyes and asked in

“Why?”

asked earnestly and continued, her wide eyes staring back at