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!

proving too much to

the scandalous headlines, picturing her grimy face amidst the garbage.

No way!

embarrassment to her husband!

distress, Cherise was startled by the

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

qut of the trash can or, at the very least, tip it

who lifted the

above, tinged with a mix of helplessness and amusement. “Mrs. Lenoir, want me

was utterly shocked!

voice-clearly Damien’s-sent a surge of excitement through her, warming her heart instantly. head tilted slightly downward, a faint smile dancing upon his lips as he uttered, “You silly girl.”

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

abruptly, reaching out to embrace Damien. “Darling… she murmured,

would be blocked, leaving him unaware of

fearing that her inability to escape would embarrass him and tarnish his reputation.

had yet to anticipate his