My Blind Husband

While Sebastian had a penchant for dredging up the past in any circumstance, Damien found himself unable to follow suit.

Here, the assembly comprised entirely of journalists.

Surrounded by journalists both inside and outside, each one acting as a potential megaphone, he refrained from delving into Charisa’s history.

If Damien were to reveal the details of Charisa’s past troubles to Cherise, particularly how Charisa instructed Elvis to start a fire and cause harm, it would open a Pandora’s box of consequences.

Such revelations would impact Cherise and implicate several families associated with those events.

The Tanner, Miles, Lenoir, and Shaw families would all be thrust into the spotlight, facing scrutiny and. potential scandal.

This was especially concerning considering Charisa’s tragic demise five years earlier.

As Cherise’s husband, Damien couldn’t bear the thought of Charisa’s affairs being discussed and ridiculed.

“Is it too difficult to explain? Or are you deliberately avoiding it?”

“Is it that you can’t explain or that you haven’t found a way to explain it?” Sebastian’s smile was taunting. his words cutting.

brow, Sebastian’s hand moved to massage his temple, a troubled expression clouding his features.

been nearly a week since you drugged Cherise to erase her memory, hasn’t it?” Sebastian’s tone was accusatory, his words cutting through the tense atmosphere like a

the holdup? Still haven’t concocted a plan to deceive her after all this time?” He pressed, his

“Or is it…”

Cherise, a silent challenge shimmering

obediently adhere to your commands, naively trusting that this web of deceit will

among the assembled onlookers, their whispers like a faint

motionless, her fists clenched

gaze, her eyes now tinged with the crimson of raw emotion; she

she demanded,

“If…”

down her checks. “If any elucidation exists for past events, I implore you

she continued, her voice tinged with resignation, “then the truth remains: your sister’s actions at our wedding caused harm to my mother, and our union was nothing more than

the magnitude of this revelation. “Then… how could I love

casting a somber

together tightly, his voice

with me,” he implored, his voice laced with desperation. Tll clarify everything. I’ll explain, but definitely not here.