Too Late To Love Your Mute Wife

Chapter 8

Word Count: 702 | Released on: 07/05/2026

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down and turned the faucet, letting the freezing cold water bla

ghs. The temperature shock was brutal, sending violent shivers dow

on it hard, muffling her own ragged breathing

Aubree sat on the small guest bed, her hands trembling as she smeared thick, white bu

collapsed back onto the pillows. She felt compl

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tightly around Allyson's shoulders, pulling her into his chest to shield her from

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behind a folding table on a crowded street in Williamsburg. S

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and roasted coffee from the neighboring stalls. For the first time

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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.”