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.

aren’t exactly best buddies. If she actually cared about you, she’d have cleared your debts and wouldn’t let you live in

Kallie’s protection suddenly seemed like a grave

sobs intensified. With trembling fingers, she dialed Kallie’s number for the sixth time, but it went straight to voicemail again. Was Kallie simply busy, or was she deliberately ignoring

worst possible scenarios. Kallie’s previous words echoed in her mind, the promise of support now

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

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the idea of calling for help. Even the police, she knew, would be of little use in this situation. The best-case scenario was that these debt collectors would be reprimanded and perhaps even jailed. But their ruthless boss would simply send

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

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 make the jump and disappear into

her mind, Caitlin crept toward the window. Though she had convinced herself that the drop wasn’t that significant, the