The Mute Wife's Silent Escape

Chapter 6

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vast king-sized bed. He instinctively reached for the

ing for a few seconds before the memory

nto the bathroom. He reached for his razor, but the blade hadn

anyway, nicking himself on the ch

ed a towel to dab at the cut, and walked out

e 45 degrees, waiting for him at his place sett

of black coffee and a plate of toast. Sh

mediately scowled. It was too bitter.

different?" he deman

terling is not here to provide th

stration. He pulled out his phone and tried Aurora

pening his laptop to log into the f

Aurora's supplementary card. It had almost no transa

d ease, transferring four million doll

ssive message: "Buy yourself something ni

f money was more than enough to quell any woman's anger. She w

acket, and left for the office, not botherin

ad, weary sigh escaping her lips. She tur

, the brush head moving under the bed. It grazed the

y, sending the cancer diagnosis skittering deeper in

he machine, and left the room, entirely

ingle ray of sunlight cut through the dusty window, illu

, her entire body aching. She found her

oded with notifications for missed c

f the screen. A bank transfer notificati

aw his arrogant, dismissive note.

t the money. She simply locked the

her trench coat. She went to the grimy s

ho was no longer polished and perfect, but whose eyes h

ing pencils and a sketchbook-the one habit she

cked up a pencil, and decided that with the time she h

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“Aurora stood in the freezing New York wind, clutching a late-stage liver cancer diagnosis in her trembling hands. She had rushed to her son's school seeking comfort, only to find her husband, Julian, and his adopted sister, Seraphina, playing the roles of the perfect parents. Seraphina had even signed the school register as the "Mother." When Aurora appeared, Julian looked at her with cold disgust. "Don't show up today, Aurora. It will just embarrass Leo." Her own son, the boy she had carried for nine months, shoved her hard against a table. "All my friends have normal moms! You're a mute! I hate you! I wish Dad would marry Aunt Seraphina!" Instead of stopping him, Julian coldly told her to face reality, while the family patriarch called to threaten her with immediate replacement if she dared to be jealous. Six years of silent devotion and swallowing her trauma for this family meant absolutely nothing. In their eyes, she was just a defective stain on their perfect, wealthy lives, easily discarded and already replaced. She didn't shed another tear. She took off her diamond wedding ring, cut off the long hair Julian loved, and left the luxury penthouse with nothing but her old sketchbooks. When Julian arrogantly transferred four million dollars to buy her submission, she ignored it, picked up her drawing pencil, and prepared to spend her final days living entirely for herself.”