My Blind Husband

Amid their modest wedding ceremony, Cherise clenched her fists, gazing at Damien earnestly and determinedly. “Don’t worry,” she vowed, her voice resolute. “I’ll work tirelessly to give you the family we desire.” These scenes, though straightforward, resonated deeply with Cherise. They were undoubtedly her own memories./

Unconsciously, her cheeks flushed a deeper red as she recalled her past confrontations with Damien, her righteous indignation fueling fiery debates about the nature of their marriage, assuming it was merely a financial transaction.

But as she pieced together her memories, Cherise came to a startling realization. She had been the one to take the initiative in their marriage from the very start. Surprisingly, Damien had been the passive one. The unfolding scenes in her mind mirrored the vivid dreams that had haunted her during this time, leading her to the staggering conclusion that her dreams had been her reality all along. As the memories in her mind took an unexpected turn…

“Alright, I’ll let you go,” Damien murmured, moving away from her lips and wiping his elegantly. “We’ll pick this up later tonight. There are pressing matters to attend to now.”

As Damien released her, the images swirling in Cherise’s mind ceased abruptly. She was left dumbstruck and looked at Damien in confusion. “I… she began, her voice faltering. Locking eyes with him, Cherise bit her lip, then threw herself into his arms without another thought. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a passion born of newfound understanding.

another surge of electricity coursing through her veins as their lips met again, yet it wasn’t enough. Desperately, she mirrored Damien’s fervent kisses, hoping to trigger more memories, but to no avail. A twinge of

in disappointment, Damien’s hand tightened around her slender waist as he asserted his dominance. Suddenly, Cherise’s memories began to flood back. She saw herself meeting Ian. She recalled him helping her secure a part-time job and saw the confrontation between. Ian and Damien…

swirling with confusion. What kind of predicament am I in? Must Damien kiss me to unlock my memories? Will my

control before all my memories

furrowed as he gazed at her. “Are you feeling unwell? Or…”

to confide in Damien about what had just transpired, but its implications gave her pause. Will it give him the license to constantly have his waywith me?

Cherise said, pursing her lips as she instinctively shifted the conversation away. “How did you

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