Too Late To Love Your Mute Wife

Chapter 4

Word Count: 667 | Released on: 07/05/2026

imped into the massive walk-in closet. Every step

t, cotton loungewear, her fingers b

atched the sweater out of her hand

ulled out a stiff, heavy Chanel tweed dr

ric into her chest. "Pu

be comfortable," he added coldl

her torn nightgown and pulled the heavy dress over her head. The stiff fabric

oncealer and began dabbing it heavily onto her neck, desperately trying

out of the private elevator into

tanding by the open rear door of a black Maybach. He held

rst, his long legs taking up mo

against the opposite door, trying to put as much physica

he air inside the cabin instan

age and merged onto the highw

d began typing rapidly, comp

he trees blurred past. Her stomach cramped violently, twis

d as the driver hit the brakes har

er shoulder brushed against the

at his sleeve and brushed his hand over the

sture felt like a physic

, violent restlessness deep within his chest. A fierce, unyielding pressure built up behind his ribs, demanding immediate release. He gripp

his voice sharp and aggressive. "I do not

lling the massive car onto the narrow shoulder of the highw

oss her chest and gripped the seatbelt with bo

turned onto a private, tree

y swung open. The car crunched over the pristine gra

ned his head and glared at Aubree. "Fix

smooth stop in front

ed up, preparing to step out, but her entire body fro

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“To save my father's bankrupt company, I endured a forced marriage to billionaire Godfrey Valentine. He despised me, believing I was a scheming mute who trapped him. When his former fiancée, Allyson, returned, my nightmare truly began. During a family dinner, she deliberately knocked a bowl of boiling lobster bisque directly onto my lap. The scalding liquid soaked into my heavy dress, instantly blistering my flesh. Because of my paralyzed vocal cords, I couldn't even scream. I could only gasp in silent, blinding agony as I collapsed. At that exact second, Allyson let out a blood-curdling shriek over a tiny drop of soup that had splashed onto her knuckles. Godfrey didn't even glance in my direction. "Tell the driver to pull up to the front!" He roared in panic, scooping Allyson into his arms like fragile glass and rushing her to the hospital. "You clumsy, stupid girl!" His mother sneered at me before following them, leaving me kneeling alone in a puddle of boiling soup. That night, seeing the paparazzi photos of him fiercely protecting her at the private ER, my heart completely shattered. I finally realized that to him, my life was worth less than a single scratch on her finger. I wiped my tears, contacted my best friend to start a street bakery, and walked away. This time, I chose to live for myself.”