Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 114:

Sarah’s scar had mostly healed, yet it retained a ghastly appearance. Previously, Sarah despised wearing bangs, finding them unflattering. Now, they served a practical purpose—to conceal her flaws. With her vanity wounded, she buried her feelings of bitterness.

“I’ve paid a heavy price, while Kallie escaped any consequence. I promise not to pursue her any further, so please, don’t hold a grudge,” Sarah pleaded softly.

Jake looked at Sarah, whose expression was a blend of pity and frustration, and cut straight to the point. “This was never about Kallie. You had no right to come after her. I only urged you to back off in time. Why would you think your actions were in my interest?”

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Sarah faltered, her words tumbling out hesitantly, yet she pressed on, saying gently, “I noticed you turned down Miss Simpson’s invitation. She’s my friend, you know, and now you’re skipping her gatherings? Casting everything aside, you and Kallie are bound to split eventually. Wouldn’t it be better for us to start something then?”

Jake’s face grew icy. “There was never an ‘us’ to begin with. Sarah, drop these delusional ideas, or I’ll have to take steps to distance myself even sooner.”

Refusing to accept his words, Sarah raised her voice, calling out to Jake as he walked away. “What about everything we had? You always favored me over Kallie. I can’t believe you felt nothing!”

Jake kept on walking.

Suddenly, a realization dawned on Sarah. A smile crept across her face even as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I get it now,” she murmured, her voice tinged with disbelief. “You were just being affectionate with me to make Kallie jealous, weren’t you?”

It all fell into place. The pieces suddenly fit together, and Sarah belatedly grasped this harsh reality. But why? She loved Jake more than anyone else. What was so special about that wretch Kallie?

Sarah looked up once more, but Jake was nowhere to be seen. All that remained for Sarah was deep-seated bitterness. She blamed them for driving her to act desperately.

The storm of public opinion had subsided, much like the storm the previous night. It seemed overwhelming at the time, yet by morning, it felt as though it had never occurred.

the day of the banquet. Kallie noticed that the rumors of her allegedly pushing someone down the stairs had vanished, which left her puzzled. But she

herself. Today marked her return. Her reputation would be

to inquire. Disagreements among couples were common. Whatever problems Sarah had with Jake were none of her business. After changing, Kallie went downstairs and saw Sarah

the car. Upon noticing Kallie, Sarah approached her with a grin. Despite the smile, Kallie always sensed

Kallie stepped back,

cheerful, broke the silence. “You’re heading to

sarcastic laugh, she signed pointedly that she could manage

with your decision. You might regret

the small gift box in Kallie’s grasp and couldn’t resist a jab. “Is that what you’re planning to give Miss Simpson? I must remind you that Miss Simpson

disarming directness, mockingly expressing her gratitude

you? They’re a bit worn, I admit, but I thought they

the door, indicating the clothes in question were right

a moment, Sarah’s face tightened. She sniffed indignantly,

of attending the banquet today. Sarah had practically commandeered all the vehicles

saw through Sarah. Sarah would never miss an opportunity to put her in a bad light. Kallie opted to take a taxi, deeming it the most

harbored doubts about the simplicity of

fake, and quite poorly done at

waiter’s voice carried, drawing the attention of

fake? How mortifying,” one murmured

whispering, “I recognize her from somewhere, but can’t

know? She’s the foster daughter of the Reeves family and the one involved in the

seems so sweet and lovely, yet her intentions