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…”

sharply, “The recording you submitted, was it not their voices that resonated within its confines? I would advise against

conversation, leaving

his office, Mr. Whitlock grappled with the unsettling revelation.

the audio recording Cherise received feature his wife and Samson?

entrusted to Samson only the

hastily dialed

“Good day, sir.”

grief. “I am his spouse. Sammy was involved in a vehicular accident this morning he

around him as he slumped in his chair, the weight

in more ways than one.

scattered clothes and starting the washing machine before making her

greeted her with a warm

a nutritious breakfast for you,” Frances chirped. “What would

glancing at the array of breakfast options spread out on

by the extravagance and struggled to find her words.

to ask, a hint of disbelief coloring her tone.

a

replied, her smile unwavering. “If you want anything else, just let me know. As long as I’m