Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Frances furrowed her brow, pondering for a moment. “There are several instances…” she began.

“Such as?” Cherise prompted eagerly.

“For example, Mr. Lenoir once had a disagreement with his family because of you,” Frances revealed.

Cherise’s eyes widened. “A disagreement with his family? With whom? Why?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Just as Frances was about to respond, a discreet cough from the servant nearby interrupted the conversation.

Frances interpreted the subtle hint and offered a faint smile. “You’ll need to address that matter with Mr. Lenoir directly,” she advised.

“We’re merely servants; it’s not our place to reveal too many details,” Frances added, maintaining a sense of propriety.

“I’d rather not find myself in a situation like June’s,” she concluded with a note of caution.

Cherise nodded, mindful of the cautionary tale of June. She restrained herself from pressing further, sighing softly as she settled back onto the sofa, idly watching a drama unfold before her.

Her mind was preoccupied throughout the morning.

Damien was engrossed in his duties, Mr. Hampson had his own affairs to attend to, and Frances was undoubtedly busy as well.

It seemed everyone in the household had responsibilities to fulfill.

Even Serafina, Soren, and Alexis had their commitments at kindergarten.

Yet, Cherise found herself with nothing to occupy her time. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Since losing her memory, she had also lost the ability to lead an independent life.

Each day felt like being trapped in a cage, devoid of freedom, with uncertainty clouding her thoughts.

Amidst her confusion, a scene in the drama captured her attention–a poignant reunion between the female lead and her parents, tears of joy flowing freely.

Parents, family… I should have had them too, right?

Moved by a sudden longing, she reached for her phone and dialed the number saved under “Mom.”

A man’s voice answered, young and warm.

“Cherise? How did you manage to call Charisa’s phone?”

Surprised, Cherise hesitated, unsure how to respond to the unexpected voice on the line.

After a brief moment of uncertainty, she tentatively continued, “I noticed the number saved as ‘Mom‘ in my phone… so I called to check.”

Inhaling deeply, Cherise gathered her courage. “May I ask who you are? And where is my mom?” she inquired, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

There was a prolonged silence from the other end of the line before Zachary sighed softly. “What’s the matter with you?” he responded.

Feeling a bit flustered, Cherise retorted, “What do you mean, what’s wrong?”

Zachary’s voice held a hint of exasperation as he explained, “You wouldn’t fail to recognize my voice, and you surely know that Charisa has been gone for five years. I’ve kept this number for business purposes.”

Cherise was at a loss for words.

She pressed her lips together, realizing she couldn’t keep up the facade any longer. “I have amnesia,” she confessed quietly.

There was a palpable sense of sorrow in her voice as she continued, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know my past. The household staff won’t tell me. My husband won’t let me leave the house or disclose my past to me, so…”

She trailed off, feeling the weight of her frustration and boredom settling in. “So I’m terribly bored, which is why I called,” she admitted ruefully.

“Amnesia?” Zachary’s voice held a mixture of surprise and concern. “So… you don’t even remember me?”

Though it was awkward to admit, Cherise nodded earnestly. “I don’t remember.”

“I’m Zachary Miles,” he introduced himself gently. “Consider me a brother or a friend. I used to have feelings for you, but now I’m married. My wife is your cousin.”

After this brief introduction, Zachary took a deep breath. “If you want to learn about past memories, I can fill you in. While I may be unable to restore everything, I know everything about you from the past five years.”

Cherise’s lips pressed together as a wave of unburdening swept over her in the presence of this candid and brotherly man.