My Blind Husband

Cherise smiled awkwardly, “I remember, I remember.”

Well, Mrs. Lenoir,” Mr. Whitlock’s voice oozed with flattery, “I have something of utmost importance to share with you urgently. This recording was given to me by Ms. Weiss, and you absolutely need to hear it!”

Furrowing her brows, Cherise inquired, “If it’s truly crucial, where should we meet?”

“No need to meet, no need to meet!” Mr. Whitlock chuckled, “I’ve already arranged for local express delivery to bring it to you! Mrs. Lenoir, please understand that your reputation isn’t risks!” favorable at the moment, and meeting in person might pose

Cherise contemplated for a moment, acknowledging her current favorable mood.

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“If this is indeed significant, then… thank you.”

Shortly after ending the call with Mr. Whitlock, the express delivery promptly delivered the package.

Opening it, Cherise found a recording pen inside.

She furrowed her brow, preparing to inspect it, when Mr. Whitlock called again.

“Mrs. Lenoir, I suggest you listen to this recording together with Mr. Lenoir,” Mr. Whitlock urged.

“It’s paramount that he hears and sees it. And please inform Mr. Lenoir that I was the one who sent it to you; you must!”

Cherise grasped Mr. Whitlock’s intentions and responded with a smile, “Mr. Whitlock, don’t worry. My husband will be aware that you provided me with this. Shall we wait for his return tonight and listen

together?”

“Okay, okay!” Mr. Whitlock agreed eagerly. “Thank you, Mrs. Lenoir!”

After hanging up, Mr. Whitlock retrieved another recording pen from his drawer, a sly grin creeping onto his lips.

The recording pen sent to Cherise was given by Yolanda, while the one in the drawer captured the voice of his wife in an extramarital affair.

Recorded on the pen was the damning evidence of his wife’s affair with another man!

man his wife was involved with, potentially profiting from the situation.

He couldn’t help but smile smugly as he contemplated the leverage he now held and the potential outcomes of his actions.

Within a single day, he acquired something that could alter Damien’s perception of him and leverage over the man involved with his wife. He even contemplated buying a lottery ticket, feeling as though luck was on his side.

Damien returned home in the wee hours of the night, finding Cherise asleep at the dining table.

She had already tucked their children, Serafina, Soren, and Alexis, into bed.

Cherise had intended to wait up for Damien, perhaps playing cards to pass the time, but exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted off to sleep.

Upon his arrival, Damien spotted his wife resting peacefully on the dining table, a forgotten meal left untouched before her.

The Monopoly game interface displayed a long–standing failure, while a newly acquired voice recorder sat nearby, its purpose unknown.

With a slight furrow of his brow, Damien tenderly covered Cherise with a thin blanket.

Frances, their household assistant approached, and Damien signaled for her to proceed quietly. “I’ve already eaten,” he informed her, prompting Frances to discreetly remove the cold food from the table.

Damien then approached Cherise, gently lifting her from the table. He carefully collected the phone and voice recorder before ascending the stairs with her in his arms.

Despite his careful movements, Cherise stirred awake as she felt the softness of their bed beneath her.

She groggily opened her eyes to find Damien unbuttoning the top button of her nightgown, his actions casting a sense of dazed confusion over her.