My Blind Husband

Cherise’s heart quickened its pace within her chest, racing with apprehension.

Could it be?

Was her meticulously crafted escape plan unraveled too soon?

Contrary to the scandalous rumors that swirled around her, no journalist could have fathomed finding her concealed within the confines of such a filthy receptacle!

As the footsteps outside dwindled into silence, a fresh set of resolute footfalls approached, each bearing an air of elegant indifference.

With each approaching stride, Cherise braced herself for the inevitable.

Gritting her teeth, she resignedly closed her eyes, fully convinced that her fate was sealed.

This was the moment, the end of everything!

Not only had she failed to shake off the relentless pursuit of those shady journalists, but now she was about to be caught squatting in a trash can, which would undoubtedly bring immense shame upon herself.

She held the esteemed position of Damien’s wife, who presided over the Lenoir Group!

heavily, proving too much to bear!

picturing her grimy face amidst the garbage.

No way!

cause embarrassment

distress, Cherise was startled by the sudden

as someone lifted the trash can lid, sunlight flooded in, causing Cherise to squint, clench her teeth, and

can or, at the very least, tip it over,

who lifted the lid remained

with a mix of helplessness and amusement. “Mrs. Lenoir,

was utterly

of excitement through her, warming her heart instantly. head tilted slightly downward, a faint smile dancing

made Cherise’s heartache with a blend of emotions-annoyance, excitement, and tenderness-tears welling in

reaching out to embrace Damien. “Darling…

be blocked, leaving him unaware of her predicament.

face the ordeal alone, fearing that her inability to escape would embarrass him and tarnish his

she had yet to anticipate