My Blind Husband

Chapter 803 “Make It Hurt Good! I Want My Revenge, Too!” 

The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, and Raymond’s whimpers reverberated through the

room.

Damien’s icy glare sent shivers down Wanda and Patricia’s spines, despite their claims, of affection for

the groaning figure on the floor.

Finally, Wanda, her voice trembling, pulled at Cherise’s sleeve. “Cherry, please reason with Dame

before he has Raymond killed!”

Cherise’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She met Wanda’s gaze and slowly withdrew her

hand. “Are you certain you want him to remain alive?”

Confusion flushed Wanda’s face.”

In Wanda’s eyes, Cherise was still the sweet, forgiving girl she had been five years ago. She wouldn’t

dare question someone’s plea, let alone doubt her love.

However, Wanda had no inkling of how much Cherise had changed, how five years had molded her

into a woman who saw the world in shades of advantage and consequence.

Cherise studied Wanda’s bewildered expression, a hint of amusement dancing on her lips. “Consider Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

this. If he dies today, you can find someone new. He’s been fooling around with every woman in town,

even attempting to reconcile with Mrs. Miles at this party while you’re playing the role of a contented

wife. Do you truly wish to keep someone like him who cannot stay committed?”

Cherise’s words, though harsh, were like a splash of cold water.

Raymond’s infidelity had driven her to the brink for years, but leaving him? That was akin to leaping off

a cliff blindfolded. Without his prestigious name, who would she be? In public, she was Mrs. Lenoir, all

smiles and elegance, but internally, she was ensnared by his wealth and influence.

Sure, she had convinced herself that he could chase after fleeting desires as long as she retained all

the diamond rings and the substantial bank account. However, tonight, in front of everyone, he had

shattered her dignity like a dropped glass.

Wanda took a shaky breath, meeting Cherise’s gaze as her resistance finally waned.

A twisted smile crept onto her face as she turned to Damien, who continued to pummel Raymond like a

punching bag. “Dame,” she spat, “make it hurt good! I want my revenge, too!”

Deep down, she yearned for Damien to finish Raymond off. His death meant his fortune, and with that,

a new life, a new lover, all acquired with the tainted money of her past.

In the blink of an eye, Cherise had turned the tables, leaving Raymond’s sole defender speechless.

Fury surged through Damien’s veins as he relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled by years

of pent-up rage.

His fists hammered away, driven by the memory of his parents’ tragic accident on their way to see

Raymond.

Even in his dying moments, his father, Hansen, had been concerned about Raymond’s well-being. And

Raymond? The good-for-nothing who spat on their sacrifices, who traded Hansen’s name for cheap

thrills and illicit deals, who exploited it to rape Mrs. Tanner, then conspired with her to harm Hansen and

his wife!

The rage in Damien’s gut was roaring to be released.

This wasn’t just about tonight, about Raymond’s latest betrayal with Patricia.

This was about everything: a lifetime’ of Raymond’s selfishness masquerading as love. He wasn’t a

family member but a cockroach scurrying across the Lenoir legacy.

And Damien was swatting him away, blow by blow.