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.

vigorously. “Yes, yes, there is! I know

that, she instinctively attempted to gather her belongings,

over, and took Cherise’s hand, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry…

eyes, Cherise sensed a

believed she bore the brunt of responsibility

offered a reassuring smile. “It’s not

“Ms. Shaw.”

young woman rose, holding

a smile “I’m Emma Raumolde a student from the journalism frowned

with a faint smile, swiftly posing her question. “Ms. Shaw, what

excruciating pain under the guise of acting in his best interest,” Emma articulated, her tone measured and seemingly impartial, yet subtly laden with

inclinations while effortlessly resolving the crisis

of these perspectives do you find

demeanor and seemingly impartial words thinly veiled disdain for

furrowed his brow. “Are you asking