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.

words from her last visit haunting him. “Don’t breathe a word to Lennon that I’ve been here. If

with you,” he declared firmly. “Even if you can’t confront her here, you can still catch

Damien’s words settled in. After a beat, Lennon offered a bitter smile on the video call, his voice tinged with desolation. “We love each other. Must

me correct you. You don’t love each other, he began. She loved you unconditionally, only to be left high and dry in the end. How could you subject her to such pain if your love for her was

exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion. “That’s

yours,” Jacob asserted, his eyes narrowing with skepticism. He adopted a 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? If not

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

moment of silence, Lennon mustered a bitter smile and shook his head. “Forget it,” he muttered, resigned. “Just catching a glimpse of