Too Late To Love Your Mute Wife

Chapter 5

Word Count: 608 | Released on: 07/05/2026

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de hair was perfectly styled, blowing gently in the ocean b

m that had been brewing in his eyes all mor

he car and walked q

y. She opened her arms

ist, pulling her close, and pressed a

, her high heels sinking slightly into the gravel. Her ankle rol

at her. She followed them up the steps l

ving room. Genevieve, Godfrey's mother, was si

e stood up immediately. A mass

hing out to grab both of Allyson's h

g. She stood perfectly still, keeping her ha

antly when she saw Aubree. She looked Aubree up an

an old widow," Genevieve said,

e raised her hands and sign

ead away. "Stop waving your hands at me. I

h of deep humiliation burned her cheeks. Sh

in Paris was exhausting, but the gallery sold out," Allyson sa

ghed, patting

He stood near the fireplace, watching Allyson with a

a small step backward, planning to slip awa

lyson called

e sto

nst the marble floor. She stopped right in front of Aubree

ed across the entire room. "Are you having an allerg

ruises he had violently left on her skin the night before, his jaw clenching. He th

"The daughter of a bankrupt fraud

he tasted copper. Her eyes burned with uns

looked at Godfrey, batting

e some wonderful news. I am movi

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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.”