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.

back to reality, nodding vigorously. “Yes, yes, there

attempted to gather her belongings,

her resolve, she dropped the backpack, hurried over, and took Cherise’s hand, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry… I’ll lead

the girl’s eyes, Cherise sensed a

believed she bore the brunt of responsibility for the

hers and offered a reassuring smile. “It’s not

“Ms. Shaw.”

young woman rose,

student from the journalism frowned at her, already

swiftly posing her question. “Ms. Shaw, what do you think of the rumors circulating about you online?”

mistreating your husband and employing a hypocritical strategy to subject him to excruciating pain under the guise of acting in

you are indulging in your promiscuous inclinations while effortlessly

these perspectives do

impartial words thinly veiled disdain

brow. “Are you