Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 17:

Kallie’s body tensed as Jake’s presence enveloped her. Nearby, Sarah’s piercing glare cut through the air, while other guests, who had arrived with Jake, looked on in surprise. Few were aware that Kallie was Jake’s wife, many mistaking Sarah for Jake’s partner.

Now, as Jake coached her in their golf game, right in front of Sarah, Kallie dreaded what might unfold next. Her palms grew clammy as Jake guided her swing, but their coordination was off, sending the ball veering far from the target.

“Been a while since you played?” Jake seemed oblivious to the tension, his chuckle resonating warmly near Kallie’s ear, making her shiver.

Kallie just nodded, unable to find her voice.

“Relax, put some power here,” Jake advised, gently adjusting her stance and chin, aligning her for the next shot.

Jake’s body pressed close, providing a comforting warmth that Kallie once longed for. Yet now, she wished only to escape.

“Jake, I want to sit over there. Will you come with me?” Sarah’s voice interrupted the moment.

“If you want to sit, go on your own. Don’t you have legs?” Linsey interjected sharply. Having witnessed Jake’s closeness with Kallie, and knowing Kallie’s hopes for their relationship, Linsey felt a surge of protectiveness.

fell, her eyes still fixed on Jake with a mix of hope

no heed to his environment as he continued to guide

was notably

now at

try doing it yourself.” With that, Jake

cautiously,

interest in competing for Jake’s attention and instead picked a new club from the bin and positioned herself

shot, Sarah took her stance on

her grip, spiraling through the air and striking Kallie’s arm with a

stumbled and fell. A vivid red welt

side in an instant, cradling her arm tenderly. “Are you okay? Does it

was nearly enough to bring tears to

assumed he might be feigning interest in her to provoke Sarah. He wouldn’t take her side against Sarah. Thus, she rose to her feet and reassured Linsey she was

you’re fine?” Linsey’s eyes gleamed with anger. She turned to face Sarah and snapped, “You did this deliberately! Just

I didn’t mean to. I didn’t realize the club would slip from my hands. No one ever taught me how to play. I didn’t know the right posture…” Sarah’s voice broke as tears streamed down her cheeks.

of the entire expanse of this golf course, you had to be right next to Kallie? Well then, I suppose I didn’t ‘mean’ to do