My Blind Husband

“What… what do we do?” Emily’s voice quivered as the reporters furrow her brow and slip out of sight. drew closer, prompting Cherise to

Blake, his expression concerned, glanced at Emily’s flushed cheeks and teary eyes. “You little fool,”

With a gentle murmur, he embraced Emily just as the door swung open with a loud bang from outside.

The reporters, paying no attention to the room’s occupants, immediately began clicking their cameras, solely focused on capturing Cherise’s unguarded reaction.

Their anticipation for a flustered Cherise was palpable.

If mistaken, they would simply apologize.

But if Cherise stumbled, it would be front-page news!

Yet, they were in for a surprise.

In the dimly lit storage room, sunlight streamed through a narrow window, illuminating a couple locked in a passionate embrace atop a deserted desk.

the young man’s navy blue coat, her own coat slipping off her arm as her

young man fixed a cold stare on the reporters, his expression stern,

few

utility room, though compact, provided an unobstructed

only the embracing couple visible, disappointment settled over the group as they apologized

last, Blake released Emily and closed the door

beneath the desk behind Emily, dusting herself off with a playful remark like we’re in a drama,

isn’t the time for jokes.”

door crack at the journalists searching the area, he continued,

to Cherise, he added, “We can’t

in the corner. “I have a plan.

minute after his departure, Emily, skillfully disguised as a janitor, bore a bucket and mop in one hand while pushing a sizable trash can with the other, her trajectory

was liberally adorned with dust and grime, effectively