My Blind Husband

Jacob emitted a quiet sound of acknowledgment, and his lips pressed together in a tight line as he nodded.

“Fair enough,” Lennon conceded. He took a deep breath, steeling himself before announcing. “I’ll gather my belongings and seek refuge at Lenoir Manor.”

Surprise flickered across Jacob’s features, and Damien interjected, “There’s no vacancy.”

“I’ll crash on the couch,” Lennon retorted, determination lacing his words.

“I’d rather let a stray dog crash on my couch,” Damien countered.

Lennon fell into a tense silence, grappling with the turn of events. Frustration bubbled within him. “D*mn it!” He hurled the pen from his grasp, watching it clatter against the floor. “Damien, are we even friends?” he seethed.

I can’t let you crash here,” Damien shot back, his brow wrinkling. Lucy’s warning echoed in his mind, her words from her last visit haunting him.

made it clear she doesn’t want any encounters with you,” he declared firmly. “Even if you can’t confront her here, you can still

smile on the video call, his voice tinged with desolation. “We love

loved you unconditionally, only to be left high and dry in the end. How could you subject her to such pain if your love

up, his eyes brimming with anguish. “What have I done to her?!” he exclaimed, his voice trembling with

scornful tone. “If you didn’t love her, why stay with her? And if you were with her, why not implement any precautions?” As a physician, he comprehended the sacrifices Lucy had made for Lennon. “If you didn’t love her, why pledge to marry her?

interjected icily before Jacob could conclude. “You’re not privy to the whole story, so hold your

video call. “I’ve always… actually…” he began, trailing off. After a moment of silence, Lennon mustered a bitter