Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1339:

Gracelyn traced a soft hand along Damian’s hollowed cheek, her touch almost tender.

“I haven’t had much time for you lately,” she murmured, her voice thick with feigned regret.

“The house has been so lively with guests. But now, it’s just us. Ever since our grandson died, then our son and daughter-in-law, we’re the only ones left. I only wanted our grandson back. Is that so wrong?”

She sighed, shaking her head as if wounded.

“And yet, instead of standing by me, you spoke of leaving, intent to abandon me.” A slow smile crept onto her lips, deceptively gentle.

“I had no choice, Damian. You forced my hand. This was the only way to keep you by my side.”

Damian’s eyes widened in silent horror, but his body betrayed him—completely still, paralyzed, a prisoner in his own flesh. The only sound that escaped was a faint, ragged rasp of despair.

Gracelyn, however, seemed utterly unfazed. If anything, she looked pleased.

you still cared,” she whispered,

could you possibly resent me forever?” Then, as if the thought had only just occurred to her, she straightened with

like this indefinitely isn’t quite right. Once

gaze settling on Calvert. But something about him caught her attention. Calvert stood frozen, his posture rigid, his face eerily blank, but

darkened, her warmth

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reprimand, Calvert snapped back to reality. A sharp shudder ran through him, and before he could stop himself, he nearly

angry. I haven’t been sleeping well. My mind… I wasn’t thinking clearly just

thought flickered through her mind, and with a subtle wave of her hand, she beckoned him over. Calvert

asked,

exhaled slowly, sidestepping the

and then.

knowing smile tugged at Gracelyn’s

me long enough to understand how I operate. If you continue to act

across Calvert’s