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.

draped over the young man’s navy blue coat, her own coat slipping off her arm as her cheeks flushed.

stare on the reporters, his expression

retreated, with a few lingering to peer into the room.

compact, provided an unobstructed view.

embracing couple visible, disappointment settled over

released Emily and closed the

herself off with a playful

the

at the journalists searching the area, he continued, “They’re thorough.

Cherise, he added, “We can’t stay hidden

eyeing the mop and bucket in the corner. “I have a plan.

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 chute

guise, Emily was liberally adorned with dust and grime, effectively obscuring her true identity.