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.

banquet. Kallie noticed that the rumors of her allegedly pushing someone down the stairs had vanished,

have vindicated herself. Today marked

were common. Whatever problems

was instructing the servants to load her belongings into the car. Upon noticing Kallie, Sarah approached her with a

back,

broke the silence. “You’re heading to the

a sarcastic laugh, she signed pointedly that she could manage on her

sure you’re okay with your decision. You might regret it

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

with disarming directness, mockingly expressing her gratitude for

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

can by the door, indicating the clothes in

moment, Sarah’s face tightened. She sniffed indignantly, then spun on her heel

the banquet today. Sarah had practically commandeered all the vehicles for her own use.

Kallie opted to take a taxi, deeming it the most straightforward choice. The significance of her decision seemed minimal at

earlier reassurances that Miss Simpson was not one to stir up trouble, Kallie harbored doubts about the simplicity of the situation. Unfortunately, her

waiter at the entrance scrutinized the invitation Kallie extended, his demeanor shifting noticeably. “I’m sorry, but this invitation is a fake, and quite poorly done at that. It lacks Miss Simpson’s seal,” he stated, his tone apologetic yet firm. “You’ll need to

carried, drawing

How mortifying,” one

whispering, “I recognize her from somewhere, but

foster daughter of the Reeves family and the one involved in the incident with Miss Miller a few days ago. I heard she got caught with her lover

seems so sweet and lovely, yet her intentions