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.

frosted glass of the bathroom window, Kallie could see Jake’s tall silhouette. She

carelessly drying his damp hair, looking down at her with a dismissive

head swiftly, instinctively denying it. She wanted to clarify that it was an

thin. He declared

Their marriage had been arranged by his grandfather. Jake had bluntly

aware of Jake’s affairs, yet she remained silent,

a glass of milk for him. Without the courage

up his phone and dismissively deleted

notorious for his picky eating habits, had a delicate stomach. For years, Kallie had meticulously prepared his breakfast every

about the kitchen. The strings of her apron accentuated Kallie’s slender waist, while faint hickeys lingered on her neck from the

Jake’s usually impassive features. He

him, closer than they’d ever been. Jake passed

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

her

off some clothes tomorrow and pick you

had no other option but to

firstborn’s hundred-day milestone