Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 881

Chapter 881:

Brysen had been broken so thoroughly that she no longer clung to life itself. Yet, she couldn’t bear to watch Kallie remain in the dark, tricked by these villains.

Brysen held no resentment toward Kallie for that fateful day. Her earlier actions were merely desperate attempts to spark some doubt in Kallie’s mind.

She hadn’t anticipated that Neal would uncover her actions. As Neal recalled Brysen’s earlier behavior, a dangerous gleam flashed in his eyes. He fixed Brysen with a malevolent sneer that sent a chill through the air.

“Brysen, were you trying to signal Kallie moments earlier?” he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

Panic surged through Brysen, her body shaking as she frantically shook her head, her lips pressed tightly together in denial.

Neal, however, was far from persuaded. His face contorted into a harsher expression as he strode toward her, his movements predatory. Suddenly, he reached out, his fingers cruelly twisting into her hair and yanking her head back with brutal force. A sharp, searing pain exploded across Brysen’s scalp.

an aura of innate brutality, revealing his merciless side. Brysen

it was one of pure malevolence, making Brysen’s

the ominous echo of a lurking threat. “Haven’t I treated you well? Yes, I’ve hit and threatened you, but

steering her toward the bathroom. His smile twisted cruelly as he

of

I were you, the thought

She couldn’t tell if the shiver was born of rage or intense

fresh and weeping, marred her once beautiful features, permanent reminders of her torment. Neal’s cruel mockery

to Kallie’s side, do you think she’d still want you? I’d lose all hope if I were you. Imagine, every time you walk down the street, the whispers, the stares, calling you a monster, a freak. And remember, it’s all because

was not her priority, she was still a young woman, naturally inclined to cherish her looks. The

was not to blame. The real culprits were the villains who had already caused her harm and now