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.

blue coat, her own coat slipping off her arm

a cold stare on the reporters, his expression stern, his

with a few lingering to peer into

compact, provided an unobstructed view.

the embracing couple visible, disappointment settled over the

closed the

Emily, dusting herself off with a playful remark

“This isn’t the time

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

he added, “We can’t stay

in the corner. “I have a plan. towards the exit.

a 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 slow and deliberate towards the refuse

was liberally adorned with dust and grime,