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.

eyes glinted with malice, yet she

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

to confront Linsey, but at that moment, Jake’s car behind

leave,” Linsey said sharply, shooting Sarah one last disdainful look before shepherding Kallie back to the hotel to wrap up

when it was time to clock

you home,” Linsey remarked, assisting Kallie

her head. She didn’t want to impose the journey on Linsey since

to save

your imagination soar with

managed a wry smile and

so far in the storm. By the time Kallie reached home by subway, her legs and clothes were caked in mud, her

the fingerprint lock, only to find the door stubbornly shut. Jake had locked

to serve drinks, glanced at the rain pouring outside. Yet, under the

in darkness, with Jake seated in the shadows, his expression severe. He scrutinized the video feed on his computer

at the hotel, their interaction with Sarah,