Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 4:

Sarah’s eyes shimmered with discontent. Why had Kallie been Jake’s wife for so long when she never deserved that title? Why? It was unacceptable to her.

Yet, Sarah’s tone dripped with saccharine falsity. “Of course, she’s the esteemed Mrs. Reeves, and I am merely the scorned mistress, deserving of all the hatred and condemnation.”

Jake tousled her hair lightly. “That’s absurd.”

“Is it, though? I was with you first, your true girlfriend. Now, rumors swirl that you betrayed her for me, painting me as some disgusting mistress.” Sarah’s tone grew gentler, tinged with vulnerability. “With all the heartache I’ve endured, shouldn’t I be compensated?”

Jake chuckled, reclining in the backseat, leisurely unfastening his shirt. “Alright, what is it that you want? Just tell me.”

Sarah gauged his expression carefully before timidly voicing her desire, “I’ve had my eye on the latest Mercedes coupe. It’s not even available here yet, but I’m really keen on it.”

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Jake’s expression remained unchanged. “Then go ahead and buy it.”

added, “And maybe a Hermes Birkin bag. It’s not exactly a

for them. Not just one, get the whole

his cheek. “Honey, I always know you adore me the most! I promise I’ll stop fussing. Our happiness is what truly matters!” She beamed

nothing. His voice remained even. “Next week’s your birthday. Think

dodging me? As your punishment, you’re banned from

kids in the car, Jake felt a vague discomfort in his chest. So, in a

Sarah lunged for

accidental bumps against the car roof. In the midst of this, he missed

silently observed Jake’s car from a bookstore not far away, standing by a towering window. Whether by chance or intent, the car hadn’t moved, and the window remained open. From her spot, she could see into the vehicle. Sarah was now practically in Jake’s lap, their figures swaying

Kallie’s view, Kallie believed Jake was probably quite happy. After all, he was in the company of the person

Kallie’s eyes and quietly traced their way down her cheeks, blurring her subtle

a cup of coffee was handed to

Linsey Brooks, followed her sorrowful gaze and

the one taking advantage. It’s ridiculous. You may not be able to speak, but when it comes to looks and talent, you’re second to none. To me, anyone who cheats and risks catching God knows what illness is

Linsey as more than just a colleague. She was also a

thankful look, signaling with her hands that she was fine and expressing her gratitude