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.

snapped back to reality, nodding vigorously. “Yes, yes, there is! I know where it is!”

to gather her belongings, hesitating as she clutched

she dropped the backpack, hurried over, and took Cherise’s hand, apologizing profusely. “I’m

eyes, Cherise sensed a profound self–blame.

believed she bore the brunt of responsibility for the

hand holding hers and offered a reassuring smile. “It’s not your fault.”

“Ms. Shaw.”

depart, another young woman rose,

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

faint smile, swiftly posing her question. “Ms. Shaw, what do you think of the rumors

excruciating pain under the guise of acting in his best interest,” Emma articulated,

those who suggest that you are indulging in your promiscuous inclinations while effortlessly resolving the crisis facing the Lenoir

of these perspectives do you

demeanor and seemingly impartial words thinly veiled disdain

“Are you