Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

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Gracelyn nodded, feigning consideration for Florrie’s feelings.

“I know you care for Calvert, and you two get along well. But over the years, I’ve been generous to both of you. Look at your family. I’ve given you almost everything. Besides, you’ve said you wanted to repay me. Well, now’s your chance.”

Florrie visibly trembled. She didn’t immediately answer Gracelyn, instead turning to look at Calvert.

Calvert’s face betrayed his unease. He averted his gaze, unable to meet Florrie’s eyes.

Kallie, utterly stunned, gripped the wheelchair’s armrest tightly, her face growing dark. She finally understood why Gracelyn hadn’t questioned the plan. Had the spiritual advisor suggested Florrie as the vessel for Gracelyn’s grandson’s reincarnation, Gracelyn would have been immediately suspicious, skeptical, and likely would have resisted the idea. After all, though Gracelyn treated Calvert and Florrie well, it was clear she held them in low regard. She always maintained a sense of superiority over them. With this new suggestion, everything fell into place.

Kallie was puzzled. How had things taken this unexpected turn? Florrie’s reaction made it clear this wasn’t part of her plan. But hadn’t Florrie already bribed the spiritual advisor?

swiftly deduced the truth. Calvert must have secretly approached the spiritual advisor, offering her a bribe to change the plan at the

felt a wave of nausea. Calvert’s desperation was appalling. He even wanted a child

fury on Calvert. She knew she didn’t need to say a word. Given

her knees before Gracelyn,

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“Mrs. White,” she sobbed.

own life. But not this. Calvert and I are childless. To dedicate myself to your care all these years, I even had an abortion. Please, at least let Calvert’s firstborn child be mine. I can’t

her voice thick

implore you, please don’t force me to agree. I’d rather die than agree

“Florrie, you know how desperately I’ve yearned for my grandchild’s return all these years. Now,

as for your life, what value does it even have? You should know your place. If it weren’t for my generosity, you and Calvert would never have enjoyed such a comfortable life.” Gracelyn’s words were laced with venom, fueled