Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1544:

But Linsey kept her observations to herself. After all, Caitlin had been too heartless. Whatever came next, she had brought it upon herself.

Meanwhile, Caitlin stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her fingers tightening against the glass as she watched Kallie and Jake walk away. A strange feeling settled over her—not relief, not satisfaction, but something closer to unease. Would Kallie hold this against her? Of course, Kallie would. A sudden chill ran down her spine at the thought.

Then, before she could stop herself, a darker realization surfaced—if only those thugs had done their job properly, she wouldn’t be feeling this way at all. The thought hit her so quickly, so naturally, that it startled her. Why would she think that?

But the thought was too powerful to ignore. It gnawed at Caitlin, refusing to be suppressed. A part of her—one she barely recognized—whispered that maybe she should have helped those thugs. Maybe she should have made sure they succeeded.

At first, all Caitlin had wanted was to test Clayton, to see if his feelings for Kallie still lingered. But when the moment arrived, when she saw Kallie in danger, she had made a choice. She had stood back and watched. Not out of fear. Not out of uncertainty. But out of resentment. She had seen the brutality in those thugs’ eyes and understood exactly what would happen if Kallie and Linsey fell into their hands.

violated, she would no

been nothing more than wishful thinking. Caitlin stared at her own reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, and for the first time, she truly saw herself.

barely had time to process it before

tinged with seeming affection, his warmth pressing against her back. “Shall

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confusing knot. Before she could stop herself, the words slipped out. “You seem in a good mood. Is it because of Kallie? Because she wasn’t harmed? Because she was rescued? Are

her faltering for just a moment. Silence stretched

of regret. But she couldn’t take the words

fear surged through her, tightening around her chest, but she held firm, biting her lower lip. Her gaze remained locked on Clayton’s reflection in the glass—stubborn,