The Mute Wife's Secret Genius Comeback

ch's brain woke him at 6:00 AM

eep beside him, her dark hair fanned out over his grey p

n creasing his forehead. Then he sa

eyes snapped open. She didn't move a muscl

to the bathroom. T

oom. Her dress from last night was a ruine

he grabbed a white dress shirt and pulled it on. It hung to her mid-

fast had been delivered-a spread of fruits

ee-piece suit. His hair was wet, combed back perfectly. The sa

picked up his iPad. He began to re

table, shifting her we

said without l

p a fork and pushed a piec

conversational, as if discussing the weathe

sed. She opened her mouth,

to meet hers. They were cold. That doesn't mean you ca

d a black credit card across the table. I

clothes. Stop

e card. The Centurion

Like he was leaving

. She went back to

htened. He didn't

orbell

inrich ca

sistant, walked in. He was carrying

e bags on the sofa. Clothes for Mrs

he tablet t

orted, keeping his eyes strictly on his boss. The narrative is that yo

ake it 100%. If I see one pixel of he

t out a sil

I'm going to the office. Xavier will dr

ier media company. He thought it was cute that she wan

her chair. He placed a hand on the back of h

u are, he whisp

e top of her head. It was a

out. The door

chair, the tension lea

ed his throa

gh loo

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chair tipped over. She snatche

t. The pearl

hard, round shapes. The recorder was stil

. He was smiling pol

ou, she

klace to her chest.