Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 6:

Tears welled up in Kallie’s eyes, yet she steeled herself against the urge to let them fall. She raised her hand, attempting to reach out to Jake, but he had already turned his back on her and walked away, his tall figure exuding an air of icy determination.

“Wait for me!” Sarah called out, hurrying to catch up. She reached out and grabbed Jake’s hand, their fingers weaving together seamlessly.

“Why is she even at this hotel? Either she’s here to stir up trouble, or she’s meeting someone else. Gee!” Sarah murmured, her voice barely audible. Jake slowed his pace, momentarily caught off guard by her words.

Yet, rather than stopping, Jake abruptly pulled his hand away from Sarah’s grasp. “Stop spouting nonsense!” he snapped.

As Jake settled into his car, a distant rumble of thunder echoed, soon followed by a downpour. Sarah, just a few steps behind him, was immediately soaked as she left the shelter of the hotel. Her hair, once meticulously styled, now clung to her head as she sprinted toward Jake’s car, her hand reaching for the door handle.

To Sarah’s surprise, it was locked. “Jake, open the door…” she pleaded, knocking on the window.

Then, from behind Sarah, a scornful voice called out, “Bitch!”

Sarah turned around to see Linsey standing in the hotel entrance, arms folded, a smug look on her face.

she’s here causing more trouble…” Sarah’s eyes glinted with malice, yet she swiftly masked it with a look of sorrowful innocence as

Why don’t you just review the surveillance footage?” Linsey’s voice escalated, piercing the tense air. “Jake, be a decent man. Live well with your wife and avoid fooling around and contracting illnesses from shameless women.

at her. She turned to confront

shooting Sarah one last disdainful look before

clock out, the relentless downpour hadn’t

you home,” Linsey remarked, assisting Kallie with her

to impose the

cab. Don’t skimp to save that jerk’s money!”

imagination

wry smile

venture so far in the storm. By the time Kallie reached home by

unlock the fingerprint lock, only to find the door stubbornly

drinks, glanced at the rain pouring outside. Yet, under the imposing presence

severe. He scrutinized the video feed on his computer screen, his emotions churning as violently as the storm outside. What

frame of the surveillance footage, tracing Kallie’s and Linsey’s arrival at the hotel, their interaction with Sarah, and Kallie’s departure. It turned out Kallie had merely