Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

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Once inside her new room, Lacey’s thin veneer of control shattered. Anger surged like a tide, and she swept everything off the table in one furious motion.

The crash of objects echoed through the halls, drawing the attention of passing servants.

Their disdainful glances cut through Lacey like knives. To them, Lacey was nothing but a poor imitation of the women who had once graced Jake’s life. Sarah, his ex-girlfriend, had been haughty but refined—a lady of status and impeccable composure. Kallie exuded more grace and poise than Lacey ever could. Why Jake had chosen Lacey was a mystery no one dared voice aloud, but the unspoken judgment lingered in every interaction.

Lacey’s fury burned hotter with every imagined slight. She could feel their silent scorn, their whispers trailing behind her like shadows. But when her rage subsided, she sank to the floor, her body wracked with frustration and hopelessness. She stared blankly at the opulent room around her, its luxury a stark contrast to the turmoil in her heart.

For a fleeting moment, Lacey wondered how long she could endure this life, this constant humiliation. But the thought of leaving filled her with an even greater dread. She had glimpsed a world of wealth and privilege—one she now believed she belonged to. The idea of returning to her old life was unbearable. No. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She deserved to stay, no matter what it took.

storm she refused to let spill onto her face. Since she had poisoned Jake, enduring this humiliation should be easy. She clung to the belief that her current circumstances were temporary, a passing phase she could bend

straightened her posture, letting an icy calm wash over her.

her chin tilted high as though she were above reproach.

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stood like a statue, observing their movements with an unsettling stillness, her expression devoid of warmth or

was something unnerving about Lacey’s detached gaze, something chilling in the fleeting glint of malice they caught in her eyes. It prickled their skin, and though they

loomed on the horizon, Lacey had

a professional

possessed was now honed to perfection. Under expert hands, she transformed

meticulously rehearsed. The mimicry wasn’t glaring, but she had to keep pretending to be someone else, crafting herself into an illusion. If she let