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!

weighed heavily, proving too much to bear!

scandalous headlines, picturing her grimy face amidst the garbage.

No way!

embarrassment to her husband!

her distress, Cherise was startled by

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

journalists would either pull her qut of the trash can or, at the very

person who lifted the lid remained still

with a mix of helplessness and amusement. “Mrs. Lenoir, want me to take this trash

utterly shocked!

Damien’s-sent a surge of excitement through her, warming her heart instantly. head tilted slightly downward, a faint smile dancing

with a blend of emotions-annoyance,

abruptly, reaching out to embrace Damien.

the library’s signal would be blocked, leaving him unaware of her

face the ordeal alone, fearing that her inability to escape

she had yet to anticipate his timely