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…”

voices

that admonition, Cherise swiftly terminated the conversation, leaving Mr. Whitlock in a

in his office, Mr. Whitlock grappled with the unsettling

received

the one he had entrusted to Samson only the day

hastily dialed a familiar number.

“Good day, sir.”

the receiver, laden with grief. “I am his spouse. Sammy was involved in a

as he slumped in his chair, the weight of his actions crashing

the end in more ways

ending the call, Cherise busied herself by gathering the scattered clothes and starting the washing machine before making

her with

tired last night, so I prepared a nutritious breakfast for you,”

at the array of breakfast options spread out on the table

the extravagance and struggled to

me?” she finally managed to

this a tad

Frances replied, her smile unwavering. “If you want anything else, just let me know. As