Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 147:

Kallie was plagued by nightmares and struggled to find rest.

Her sleeplessness was evident, prompting the doctor to suggest melatonin to ease her anxiety.

However, gripped by fear, Kallie assumed those pills were abortion drugs and adamantly refused them.

In a state of panic, Kallie forced everyone out of her hospital room.

Wary of provoking Kallie further, the medical staff withdrew in silent confusion.

Alone, Kallie retreated to a corner of her bed, seeking refuge under her blanket, where she felt a semblance of safety.

Cradling her belly, she longed to whisper kind words to her unborn child but realized she couldn’t speak.

Tears gathered in her eyes as she pondered whether her baby could understand her thoughts.

Drifting between wakefulness and sleep, she began to doze off.

At that moment, the door creaked open.

Jake walked in, the smell of alcohol clinging to him, his steps uncertain. He stopped, steadied himself with a chair, and sat a short distance from the bed.

Though the room was dark, the light from the hallway and the moon through the window allowed him to see Kallie’s face distinctly.

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Kallie appeared even thinner and wearier than before. Even in her sleep, her cheeks were marked with tears.

Jake parted his lips, aching to speak, but the words eluded him.

hadn’t foreseen Kallie’s

Jake that she

Jake knew was that

prevented him from visiting her. However, his concerns for her eventually drove him

other times suggesting that she preferred not to communicate with

primary doctor reassured Jake that these were trivial issues. Kallie’s physical health

anger, pushing him to immerse himself deeper in his work to avoid thinking

was quite simple. If Kallie would approach him as she once did, pleading,

now. She resembled a bird craving liberty, frantically

Jake’s mind. Did she truly despise him to

sense of his thoughts, and the more he pondered, the more bewildering his feelings became. His chest tightened, a confluence of soreness and irritation swelling

massaging his throbbing forehead and feeling a sharp

and he could no longer contain himself. Rising abruptly, he

restraint. He bent down and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss laced with the bitterness of alcohol. Kallie, still ensnared in sleep, stirred slightly in her slumber but

with

her another opportunity if she chose

with intensity and then turned away, exiting the

the night deepened, Kallie was tormented by another nightmare.

open, and a doctor approached steadily with familiar surgical tools in hand. He inched closer

someone else entered. It was

with him. She could do nothing but strain her throat and manage

instructed the doctor, “She’s making too much

Kallie bolted upright from her nightmare. Her heart thudded loudly, resonating through the

could settle her nerves, a

the dead of night, every

her heart

pinpointed the

cast a wary glance at the door, relieved that