The Mute Wife's Silent Revenge

ative vine. He was charming, engaging, the perfect host. He guided her through the crowd at the gallery

a glass of champagne like a weapon. She

eviewing the quarterly reports for the family's philanthropic ventures. The costs for your

eezed Arno's arm, the fabric of his

rtant to curate one's su

onfirmed her status as a l

e checked it, his expression tigh

hing himself from Edlyn. "I

, disappearing

he smiles around her began to feel l

lounge at the back of the gallery. The door was locked. She

o the party, enduring Gene

Arno didn't speak. He went straight to the

her makeup. She sat at the vanity, w

closet. It was a low, r

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like... a

hardwood floor. She crept toward the clo

he gap, s

was unbuttoned. He was holding a tablet. The screen cast a ghostly blue light

her angle. She

spital room. A woman sleeping

re

pages of complex medical data-charts, vitals, drug dosa

Unacceptable." He zoomed in on a monitor displaying a waveform. "Tell Dr. Chen to

He wasn't obsessed with the woman; he was obsessed with controlling her life, her death, down to the last de

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ce was

and turned on the faucet full blast. She gripped

lf in the mirror. T

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