My Blind Husband

That individual’s resounding voice seized the entire library’s attention, focusing it squarely on Cherise.

The once tranquil library instantly morphed into a bustling marketplace filled with whispers, discreet snickers, and open mockery.

Amidst this cacophony, Cherise heard every word.

She pressed her lips together, her hands clenched tightly by her side.

While she had always maintained the belief that she shouldn’t heed the words of others and knew she shouldn’t allow the gossipmongers to affect her, the unpleasant voices stirred a deep rage within her.

After all, ignoring such matters entirely was an impossible feat, wasn’t it?

“Let’s go.”

Blake took a decisive step forward without uttering another word, positioning himself protectively in front of Cherise. He then turned to the girl with twin ponytails and inquired, “Is there a back exit here?”

The girl was taken aback by the unfolding scene before her.

nodding vigorously. “Yes, yes, there is!

gather her belongings, hesitating as

took Cherise’s hand,

the girl’s eyes, Cherise sensed a profound self–blame.

she bore the brunt of responsibility for the current

gently squeezed the hand holding hers and offered a reassuring

“Ms. Shaw.”

prepared to depart, another young woman

student from the journalism frowned at her, already disinclined to

smile, swiftly posing her question. “Ms. Shaw, what do

husband and employing a hypocritical strategy to subject him to excruciating pain under the guise of acting in his best interest,” Emma articulated, her

promiscuous inclinations while effortlessly resolving the crisis facing the Lenoir Group, both simultaneously,”

of these perspectives do you

composed demeanor and seemingly impartial words thinly veiled disdain for Cherise.

furrowed his brow. “Are