My Blind Husband

Cherise swiftly reached for her phone, leaning against the bay window in her bedroom, where crimson leaves danced outside. “I have a question for you… Did I pursue Damien?” she inquired.

On the other end of the line, Zachary paused before responding, “Did Damien tell you that?”

Cherise nodded solemnly. “Yes. He claimed… that I fell for him at first sight and shamelessly chased after him,” she confessed, a blush coloring her cheeks.

Attempting to mask her embarrassment, Cherise coughed lightly. “But that’s how Damien portrayed it. I tried asking the household staff, but they were too afraid to speak up…”

“Of course, they wouldn’t dare,” Zachary sighed, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Damien is shameless. Between you two, it was clearly he pursuing you. He even knelt in front of Elvis in the Shaw’s village, begging Elvis to let you marry him, and only then did you agree to marry him.”

Cherise was rendered speechless.

“Is that true?” she murmured, seeking confirmation.

“Absolutely,” Zachary affirmed, his tone gentle.

“If you doubt me, feel free to ask Damien and inform him of our conversation.”

silent, processing

want to know?” Zachary

her lip. “There

insight, I can arrange for Lyra to

responded, “Never mind. I have three children here who require my attention. Damien is

children?” Zachary inquired, his tone

with

a recently adopted

pause on the other end of the line before Zachary questioned, “Alexis… Is that the

it,” Cherise clarified, her lips pursed in curiosity. “Why do you ask?”

with a smile, “What about your close friend Lucy? Has

“I believe she has,” she replied, a memory surfacing.

Lucy. He even asked me

agreed?”

did,”