My Blind Husband

“But for me, I’ve been awaiting your return,” the man spoke with a gentle smile, extending his hand towards Cherise. “Come back with me. I’ll unveil the truth about your relationship with Damien and the love we share.”

Sebastian’s words left Cherise feeling torn.

Indeed, Sebastian arrived bearing the truth.

After tall, he exposed revelations that Damien had kept hidden from her.

Could Sebastian be her true love, her past choice?

With a steadying breath, Cherise began to move towards Sebastian.

As she did, a glint of coldness flashed in Damien’s eyes.

In an instant, he forcefully pulled her back into his embrace.

“Let go of me!”

Cherise instinctively fought against the sudden embrace, wrenching herself away from his grasp. She turned to meet his gaze squarely. “Don’t lay a hand on me!”

Her eyes held a mix of unfamiliarity, resistance, and hostility, igniting a deeper intensity in Damien’s gaze.

Undeterred by her resistance, he lifted her up after a deep breath, reminiscent of how he had rescued. her from the trash can moments before.

But while she had been filled with happiness then, now she brimmed with defiance and resistance, evident in her expression and demeanor.

Damien held her firmly, refusing to let her resist.

“Let me go!” Cherise demanded, her struggle growing more fierce with each passing moment.

“You, the murderer of my mother!” she accused, her words striking Damien.

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Each accusation pierced Damien’s heart like daggers.

Yet Damien remained resolute, his demeanor serious careful, and deliberate as he carried her towards the exit with purposeful strides.

No matter what, he couldn’t allow Cherise to fall back into Sebastian’s grasp.

He had already made one mistake, already lost her once..

So, even if she hated him or resented him, he would bring her home!

“Damien.” Sebastian’s voice cut through the tension as Damien, with Cherise in his embrace, strode past him, a faint smile playing on his lips. “You cannot best me. She is mine, whether now or in the future. If she cannot be mine, I would sooner see her destroyed than with another.”

With a meaningful glance at Damien, Sebastian redirected his attention to Cherise in his rival’s arms. “My dear, I’ll be waiting.”

Unaware of Sebastian’s ominous words, Cherise continued to struggle vehemently.

Unable to break free, she resorted to verbal assaults on Damien, hurling every angry epithet she could muster in his direction.

Despite Cherise’s actions. Damien remained stoic, as if impervious to her assaults. He stood like a statue, allowing her to strike him, vent her anger upon him, without flinching or reacting.

He didn’t release his grip.

Eventually, Damien escorted Cherise out of the library.

Just before they reached the awaiting car, Damien closed his eyes wearily, instructing Mr. Hampson in a tired tone. “Take care of those journalists inside.”

“If any of them dares to spread even a whisper of today’s events, I want their entire publication brought to ruin!”

“Make it clear to them that I. Damien, possess both the means and the resolve to do so. I’m not in a forgiving mood, and no one should dare to provoke me further!”