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.”

if she was involved, I swear I didn’t know. I would have stopped her if I had! I’d never let

ever said anything to you that might explain this,” Jake pressed, his voice calm

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

I believe you,” Jake said

into Stella’s schedule from the time Kallie started at Hayden’s studio. And find out where she got that bracelet Kallie repaired.

in the middle. Rubbing his temples, he glanced up at the closed bedroom door

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

the sudden change, asked, “Madam, are you feeling

smiled, gesturing to ask what was on the menu

of your favorites,” the butler replied, still adjusting to her transformation as he pulled out a chair for

for the entire day. She asked the butler to have her lunch delivered to the studio, even offering to take leftovers from

she had complied—until now. “Madam, if Mr.