My Blind Husband

Cherise felt a warm flush creep into her cheeks as she glanced at the scattered clothes, memories of the previous night flooding her mind like a rushing tide.

Quietly, she retreated to the bathroom for a shower, the weight of the situation pressing heavily upon her. She couldn’t help but blame Mr. Whitlock for the predicament they found themselves in.

Why had he insisted on them listening to that recorder together?

In the end…

Ultimately, she found herself gravitating towards Damien of her own volition.

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this entire debacle was not entirely her fault–Mr. Whitlock’s meddling had set this chain of events into motion.

After her shower, Cherise’s phone rang, signaling an incoming call from Mr. Whitlock.

“Mrs. Lenoir,” inquired Mr. Whitlock with a tone that held a tinge of apprehension, “Have you and Mr. Lenoir had the chance to peruse the recording I provided together, as I suggested?”

With a sardonic curve gracing her lips, Cherise responded, “Indeed, we have, Mr. Whitlock.”

“Mr. Whitlock,” Cherise continued, her voice tinged with a knowing edge, “It appears your spouse and Mr. Samson share a rather peculiar rapport; would you not agree?”

Taken aback by the revelation, Mr. Whitlock stammered, “How did you come to learn of my wife’s association with Samson…”

was it not their voices that resonated within its confines? I would advise against such jests in the future, sir!”

the conversation, leaving Mr. Whitlock in

in his office, Mr. Whitlock grappled with the unsettling

the audio recording Cherise received feature his wife

had entrusted to Samson only the day

he hastily dialed

“Good day, sir.”

voice, a woman’s somber tones echoed through the receiver, laden with grief. “I am his

crumbled around him as he slumped in his chair, the weight

was the end in

gathering the scattered clothes and starting the washing machine before

with a

last night, so I prepared a nutritious breakfast for you,” Frances chirped. “What would you like

the array of breakfast options spread out on the table behind Frances–Italian,

was taken aback by the extravagance and

to ask, a hint of disbelief

this a tad extravagant?

else, just let me know.