Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1390:

The sight of the menacing figures violently pounding on her door sent shivers down Caitlin’s spine. Tears streamed down her face as she braced herself against the door, too terrified to even consider opening it. Frantically, she called everyone she could think of, praying the flimsy door would hold a little longer.

Her parents’ deaths had left her with a crushing inheritance—a mountain of debt. She had been diligently chipping away at it over the years, but with loan sharks involved, the principal seemed to grow exponentially, and the end was nowhere in sight. As the debt spiraled out of control, Caitlin found herself trapped, with no way out.

In desperation, she had turned to Kallie for help. Perhaps Kallie’s influence had provided a temporary shield, keeping those thugs at bay. But Caitlin’s relief was short-lived. The moment she left the safety of Kallie’s home, they were back.

Panic clawed at Caitlin’s throat as she yelled at the door, “My cousin is Kallie Nixon! She’s loaded and influential! Are you sure you want to mess with me?”

A sneer punctuated the voice from the other side of the door.

why haven’t your debts been settled? Don’t play dumb with us. It’s obvious you two aren’t exactly

seemed like a grave mistake. But the thought of

With trembling fingers, she dialed Kallie’s number for the sixth time, but it went straight

echoed in her mind, the promise of support now ringing hollow. Had Kallie deceived her? Were all those kind words just empty

head, dispelling the doubts that crept into her mind. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that Kallie was that kind of person, nor could

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situation. The best-case scenario was that these debt collectors would be reprimanded

took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the doorframe, which was groaning under the relentless assault. Her mind was made up. She wouldn’t sit passively and wait for rescue. She would take matters into her own hands. It was only the second floor, after all. The fall wouldn’t be fatal. It was a risky move, but it was her

safety in mind. Knowing the risks of living alone as a young woman, she had opted for a bustling, well-populated area. There was a plaza and a busy shopping street just a short distance away. If she could

window. Though she had convinced herself that the drop wasn’t that significant, the view from the