Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1210:

Her heart sank at the sight before her. Clayton’s face was ghostly pale, his features drawn and lifeless. If not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, she might have thought it was already too late.

Her stomach churned. Jake didn’t understand Clayton’s fragile condition, but Jake should’ve known better than to go this far. Heavy-handed or not, manslaughter was still murder.

There was no time to dwell on it. Kallie dropped to her knees, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to figure out how to help Clayton up.

Seeing Kallie struggling, her face damp with sweat as she worked to help Clayton, Jake’s restraint snapped. His voice thundered, raw and filled with anger.

“Do you even know that Sarah acted on his orders? He’s the one who wanted to set our daughter on fire! Kallie, do you care about him so much that you’ve forgotten your own kids?” Jake’s chest heaved as his frustration boiled over.

“If you can’t be the mother they deserve, then let them come back to me! Stop holding them back with your selfishness!”

storm of emotions swirling within him refused to let up. He was furious—though deep down, he knew it wasn’t just anger. It was jealousy. A dark, corrosive jealousy that ate away at him like a poison, leaving no part of

never truly understood how love could twist people into something unrecognizable and how it could strip away reason and turn them into monsters.

could break a person and leave them

that moment, Jake knew he was no different from those he once

his rage had been fueled by two things: the hurt of what

Lɒtєѕτ chɑρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝑛ovє𝓁𝓈.𝑐𝓞𝓂

wake Kallie up and shake her from

him like a dagger. She said, her voice cold enough to freeze the air between them, “Jake, stop blaming others for the consequences of your own actions. I’m done believing your lies.” Without waiting for a response, Kallie turned back to Clayton, slipping her arm under his

face draining of all color. The silence was deafening. His vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes. A sharp, relentless ache gripped his chest, making it hard to breathe. It felt like swallowing shards of glass—the

floor, his knees hitting the cold surface with a hollow thud. For the first time, the strength he had always carried so effortlessly was gone. He didn’t care about the curious stares

with pity. Having stood by Jake’s side through countless storms, this was the first time they’d seen him unravel like this—so raw,