My Blind Husband

The man shook his head in mild bemusement, a faint smile playing on his lips. “It’s not particularly urgent.”

Cherise’s response was quick and relentless. “Still, let’s give it a listen. What if it’s truly significant?”

“Mr. Whitlock emphasized its importance when he contacted me…”

Unable to dissuade her, Damien closed the bedroom door with a resigned sigh, then proceeded to remove his coat before reclining on the bed, drawing Cherise close into his embrace.

“How about this: we listen together, and afterward, you can get some rest?”

Cherise nodded in agreement, her lips slightly pursed. “Alright.”

As Damien inhaled the scent of her hair, he pressed play on the voice recorder—

The night enveloped them in quietude as they lay intertwined.

Cherise’s expression oscillated between shock and embarrassment, while Damien’s eyes held a hint of amusement.

The room was filled with the voices emanating from the recorder.

“Your husband isn’t aware of our rendezvous, correct?”

“No, he’s oblivious, and he’ll remain so… Does your wife suspect anything?”

“That old hag, ugh!”

my love,

“Embrace me…”

found herself

of the recording when entrusting it to

here they were, listening to the clandestine affair of unfamiliar

was the volume escalating and the content becoming more… intimate?

the woman’s

sounds

from beneath the blanket. “Um… dear, perhaps you should

eyebrow, sensing her embarrassment, and decided to tease her a bit. “But isn’t this

mischievous grin, he lifted the blanket. “Shall

began to voice her frustration about Mr. Whitlock. “I thought… I thought Mr. Whitlock, being my former boss, wouldn’t have

he said…

subject her to this

about listening to

How mortifying!

no

amusement. “Didn’t you mention he

nodded silently. “He

“Mm.”