My Blind Husband

After pronouncing those words, he firmly clasped Cherise’s shoulders, guiding her into the car with purpose, and followed suit, enveloping her in his embrace as they settled inside the vehicle.

Throughout the journey, Cherise hurled curses at him, her anger simmering beneath the surface like a tempestuous sea.

Her ire stemmed from Damien’s confining of her freedom and his inexplicable failure to offer an explanation.

Why, she pondered, did he not clarify if he was facing difficulties?

Why did he remain silent if the situation did not align with Sebastian’s depiction?

Given her current feeling explanation he provided.

him, he should have known that she would unquestionably believe any

Yet, he uttered not a single word of clarification.

Did he truly lack an explanation, or did he feel absolved of the obligation to offer one?

What, she questioned, did he perceive her as?

An object?

A pet?

Or perhaps merely a plaything devoid of memories, past, or the capacity for independent thought?

In truth, she harbored doubt regarding Sebastian’s assertions concerning their relationship.

Sebastian was repulsive, while her innate

the version of herself devoid of memories held affection. for

Cherise could have been entangled with Damien amidst an arranged union resembling a transaction,

ceaseless internal

Damien, a familiar and foreign warmth enveloping her in its embrace. “Damien,” she

knew,” she confessed, her voice tinged with a newfound

aspire to embody a clarity that discerns between love and hatred,” she continued, her words trailing

comprehending the depth of those emotions,

being, she exhaled a deep sigh. “Let us part ways, Damien,” she murmured, her words

me, we shall dissolve our

and unyielding, tightened his grip on her

unwavering gaze as she reopened her eyes. “By what right do you oppose my decision?” she questioned, her tone laced with a

a transaction and later

that chapter has

a steely determination. “I swore an oath never to let you slip away from

me?” Cherise challenged, her voice tinged

am no longer the Cherise of yesteryears!” she declared, her words brimming with a

would relinquish all for love!

furrow formed on Damien’s brow as he regarded her with an intensity that pierced through

lips. “Are you suggesting that the former Cherise was a woman governed solely by her emotions, devoid of reason and intellect?”

pursed her lips, nodding in affirmation. “Yes, she admitted.

Damien’s eyes, his expression inscrutable as he considered