Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 44:

As Kallie stormed upstairs, her anger palpable, Jake stood in the hallway, his brow furrowed in deep thought. He felt the urge to follow her but resisted, knowing that any confrontation now would only escalate the situation. Instead, he pulled out his phone and dialed Sarah. Kallie had insisted that neither Stella nor Sarah were to blame, but Jake couldn’t shake the lingering doubts her words had left.

The phone rang, and Sarah picked up quickly. Before she could speak, Jake got straight to the point. “Do you know anything about the fire at Linsey’s bookstore tonight?”

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There was a brief pause on the other end as Sarah absorbed the question. It was clear she hadn’t expected such an accusation.

“Jake, that’s unfair!” Sarah finally responded, her voice tinged with disbelief and hurt. “What has Kallie told you? Why would you think I had anything to do with this? I’ve accepted my place by your side. What would I gain from harming her? It wouldn’t change anything for me.”

Her voice grew more desperate as she continued. “In a world with laws, I’d be in jail for something like this! Killing Kallie would only complicate things for me. Why would I bring that kind of trouble into my life?”

Jake remained silent for a moment, choosing his next words carefully. “I’m not accusing you. I just want to know if Stella mentioned anything suspicious to you.”

was involved, I swear I didn’t know. I would have stopped her if I had! I’d never let things get that dangerous, especially over something as

that might explain

of something like this,” Sarah insisted, her voice sincere. “Yes, I’m jealous of Kallie, but not enough to wish harm on her.

you,” Jake said evenly, before ending

dialed his assistant. “Look into Stella’s schedule from the time Kallie started at Hayden’s studio. And find out where she got that bracelet Kallie repaired. I want a

situation might have been orchestrated from the start, with Kallie unknowingly caught in the middle. Rubbing his temples, he glanced up at the closed bedroom door and decided not to

brightly colored outfit, a stark contrast to her usual muted attire. It was as

butler, startled by the sudden change, asked,

smiled, gesturing to ask what was on the menu

of your favorites,” the butler replied, still adjusting to her transformation

She asked the butler to have her lunch delivered to the studio, even offering to take leftovers from breakfast if

Kallie take all her meals at home, and she had complied—until now. “Madam, if Mr. Reeves finds out you’re not here for lunch, he might