Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 508 A Harmonious Union

Cherise’s eyes welled up slightly as she held Damien’s hand resting on her cheek. “Thank you,” she said softly.

Truth be told, Charisa was none of Damien’s business since it was Cherise’s family affair. But Damien’s willingness to offer support was purely from his love and affection for Cherise. How could she not be grateful or touched by his unwavering support?

This man always considered her in every decision he made.

The traffic light turned green, and the car resumed its journey. Cherise leaned back against the seat and drifted into a deep slumber.

She had a beautiful dream. In the dream, she was a vision of elegance in a pristine white wedding. dress, gracefully walking down the aisle with her father by her side. Her mother sat in the distance, her eyes sparkling with joy as she watched her daughter take her final steps toward a new chapter in her life.

Damien and Cherise joined hands and exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other for eternity.

But then, the beautiful dream abruptly turned into a nightmare- Maeve stormed into the wedding scene, a knife glinting in her hand, and plunged it into her already grievously wounded Charisa’s heart.

Blood spilled everywhere, and the dream ended in a crimson sea.

Cherise awoke with a gasp, the horrifying scene still fresh in her mind. She found herself back in the comforting embrace of the Lenoir Manor bedroom.

Damien wrapped his arms around her, his voice laced with concern, “Did you have a bad dream?”

Cherise nodded, her face pale and drawn.

offering comfort, “Don’t worry, dreams are

arms, she found comfort in the rhythm of his

a glimmer of hope flickering within her; she noted to herself that

and Damien’s grand wedding took place at Adania’s most opulent venue, the

had even personally overseen the refurbishment of the New World

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wedding day, Cherise woke up at the

engaged in their usual playful banter, teasing

dresses.

artist’s brushstrokes, could only utter a muffled plea, “Hey, you two, can we please tone

her head to face Cherise with a cheeky grin.

little. When it’s my turn to walk down the aisle, I’ll be the picture

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huffed, a playfully-exasperated expression crossing her face. “Why can’t I be the next one to walk down the aisle?”

teasingly. “Oh, please, Mandy,” she scoffed. “Like

This was precisely how she’d pictured her wedding day surrounded

moments.

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final touches complete, Cherise, assisted by her bridesmaids, eased into the stunning patchwork wedding dress that