Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1:

During a stormy night, relentless winds hurled rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the grand villa, light shone only from a single bedroom.

Kallie Cooper propped herself against the headboard, her eyes skimming through a book as drowsiness crept in.

Abruptly, the bedroom door swung open. Startled, Kallie glanced up to find her husband, Jake Reeves, standing in the doorway.

Jake loomed there, impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, his attractive features marred by a scowl. Before Kallie could utter a word, Jake pressed his lips to hers, the smell of alcohol mingling with the freshness of the rain. His cold hand slid under her skirt, pressing firmly against her resisting leg.

In a thick, persuasive tone, Jake commanded, “Don’t move.”

Kallie ceased her struggles, the pain escalating as she emitted faint, distorted noises. At her sounds, Jake frowned and placed his hand over her mouth. Silenced, Kallie clung to Jake’s muscular arm, her grip desperate, as if anchoring herself in a tumultuous sea. She was overwhelmed by the time Jake released her and headed for the shower.

Moments after Jake disappeared behind the bathroom door, his phone on the nightstand came to life. Out of reflex, Kallie glanced at it and saw a new message flash on the screen: “Jake, I’m sorry, okay? Can you stop going back to your mute wife every time we fight? It’s really hurting me.”

The light faded from Kallie’s eyes. She realized she would never master the art of playful scolding or the tender grievances shared softly in the quiet of night.

Due to a childhood illness, Kallie’s voice had been stolen from her, leaving her unable to speak. She could only produce fragmented sounds, which even her own husband found unbearable to hear.

Kallie could see Jake’s tall silhouette. She quickly

down at her with

She wanted

He declared icily, “Don’t touch my phone

forced a smile, biting her lip as she nodded. Jake’s love was not hers to claim. Their marriage had been arranged by his grandfather. Jake had bluntly stated he married her solely because she was the adopted daughter of the Reeves family, and he didn’t want to defy

five years, Kallie had never overstepped, fully aware of Jake’s affairs, yet she remained

gestured to fetch a glass of milk for him.

up his phone and dismissively deleted the

early the next morning. Jake, notorious for his picky eating habits, had a delicate stomach. For years,

apron accentuated Kallie’s slender waist, while faint hickeys lingered on her neck from the night before. She was the epitome of gentleness, always serene and avoiding making a fuss, truly an

touched Jake’s usually impassive features. He broke the

signed her gratitude. She removed her apron and seated herself carefully next to him, closer than they’d ever been. Jake passed her a sandwich, which

nonchalant manner, Jake mentioned, “Tomorrow’s my brother’s baby’s hundred-day celebration. You

invited her to public gatherings. Yet here he was, asking her to join him for such an occasion. Her eyes flickered with hesitation and

Jake added, “I’ll have my assistant drop off some clothes tomorrow and

no other option

held immense influence in Arcpool, and Dean Reeves, the eldest son, was celebrating his firstborn’s hundred-day milestone with a lavish affair. Dean had reserved a premier hotel for the occasion, now buzzing