Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 915

Chapter 915:

It was Jake seated on the sofa. Her expression shifted to one of guarded concern as she shook his shoulder. “Jake? What are you doing here?”

Jake remained silent, his face flushed. Noticing his reaction, Kallie sighed, suspecting he’d had too much to drink. She shook him again, more firmly. “Where’s your team? Why are you here alone? Should I call Lacey?” Jake still didn’t respond.

Seeing him like this stirred a deep worry in Kallie. She turned and took out her phone to make a call, missing the sight of him shifting on the sofa. Just as Kallie was about to dial, Jake’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. She gasped, startled. Then, Jake pulled her down onto the sofa.

“You…” Before she could finish, Jake’s hand covered her mouth, pinning her beneath him. Kallie struggled to break free, but his legs quickly pinned hers, rendering her immobile. Kallie tried to speak, but with Jake’s hand pressed firmly over her mouth, her words came out as little more than muffled whispers.

Her eyes widened as her heartbeat quickened. What was he doing? Why was he behaving like this?

Jake’s head dropped to Kallie’s shoulder, his expression hidden from her view. Jake sighed softly, the faint scent of alcohol reaching Kallie. Only then did Kallie realize he’d been drinking.

Jake felt comforted, as if he were clinging to a dream that soothed him. But the deeper he sank into these feelings, the more they seemed to

that brought his heartbreak roaring back to life. Why? How could she have fallen for

a lot, but Kallie’s

voice thick with hurt. “Why did you

voice was heavy with anguish, each word laced with pain, piercing Kallie’s heart. As he seemed in a daze, Kallie finally managed to move his hand from her lips. Her voice came out cold,

you’re mistaken. I’m not Lacey.

he accusing her of? She hadn’t betrayed him or done anything wrong to him. The one closest to

shaken by Lacey, hurt by another woman in this

contact Lacey. And for the record,

words. Instead of letting go, his grip tightened, as if he were desperate to hold her close and keep her

Kallie bit down on his wrist, forcing him to release her with a pained grunt. Freed, she

one hand, his fingers locking around