Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

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Lacey’s heart sank further, having believed Jake and Kallie would focus on their grievance and eventually realize the true nature of Lacey and Clayton after noting the inconsistency. Yet, they didn’t.

Kallie and Jake seemed to have made everything clear with their limited questions about confirming each other’s feelings. Their understanding didn’t need explicit questions. It lived in the quiet spaces between them. For them, knowing the other’s love remained unwavering was more than enough. Their connection defied barriers, a testament to the invincibility of their love. No scheme or force seemed capable of pulling them apart.

Lacey, watching from the shadows, felt her bitterness grow, her gaze hardening with venom. Could such love truly weather every storm? She refused to believe it. If manipulation couldn’t tear them apart, then perhaps death might.

What began as hesitation had festered into full-blown resolve. Seeing their unshakable devotion only fueled Lacey’s rage, snuffing out every last shred of reason.

Disgrace no longer mattered to Lacey. Only vengeance remained. Though once hesitant to carry out her plot with Clayton, she now eagerly waited for the right moment to proceed.

and Lacey had

per Clayton and Lacey’s plot, Kallie’s phone buzzed at this point. Whatever the caller said made Kallie’s expression immediately turn serious. Without a word, Kallie stepped away, phone

by this, as he was still in a good mood, elated by the revelation that Kallie never stopped loving him. Even as Kallie disappeared from sight, a faint smile still played on

savoring the moment. The day’s reconciliation with Kallie filled him with an almost childlike joy. Spreading his arms, he tilted his head back, letting the fresh air wrap around him. Then, out of nowhere, Jake felt it—a

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forward, momentum carried him dangerously close to the

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fought to steady himself. In a desperate moment, he managed to glance back, hoping for clarity. But the scene blurred in his panic—he only caught a flash of red fabric, eerily

tight with a rush of conflicting emotions. Terror. Relief. Elation. She laughed—sharp, uncontrollable—but her eyes carried nothing

me for this. You gave me hope—why did you do that if you didn’t love me? Why Kallie? Haven’t I done enough? Haven’t I been enough? Why… Why is Kallie always the one in your heart?” Lacey’s expression twisted, her