My Blind Husband

“Guiding you towards the zenith of your existence with this revelation?” Damien’s inquiry held a weighty tone. “I’m not one to indulge in altruism; there’s little purpose in engaging in trivial matters for strangers,” he declared with a detached air.

With those words, he turned on his heel and departed, Cherise cradled securely in his arms.

Caleb remained rooted to the spot, watching Damien’s departure, his urgency demanding release. “This morning. I received communication from the DNA testing facility!

“The disclosure illuminates that the child your spouse, Cherise, recently embraced as her own is the clandestine offspring of her and Sebastian!

“Are you truly inclined to disregard this revelation without further consideration? Really?”

Damien halted abruptly in his stride, casting a piercing glance back at the audacious journalist who remained undeterred. “And who might you be to presume entitlement to classified information from the DNA testing facility?”

Caught off guard, Caleb faltered momentarily.

The authenticity of the source did indeed warrant scrutiny…

origins of my intelligence are inconsequential:

inconsequential?” This time, Cherise found her voice nestled in Damien’s

continued, “To my understanding, DNA testing necessitates voluntary consent. Upon application, the facility is

the source of the revelation bears paramount importance. This raises questions regarding the

paled

deep breath, her resolve unwavering. “My husband disclosed to me that he dispatched samples of the child’s and Sebastian’s hair for comparison, as

I ever sought a DNA analysis. Thus, who conducted the test

themselves for testing, how can the results be

lacking in ethical rectitude could furnish results of unequivocal

succession of assertions left

he envisaged Mrs. Damien to be

propagate future rumors insinuating that Alexis

that pronouncement, she turned, clasping Damien’s