Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1123:

The sight of Kallie, peacefully asleep on the bed, washed relief over Jake. He approached the bed quietly and reached out to gently caress her cheek. His fingers brushed against her soft skin, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to just watch her, grateful that she was safe, at least for now. Her calm breathing brought him a sense of peace amidst the chaos that surrounded them.

Just as Jake was about to caress Kallie’s cheek, her eyes snapped open. A spark of happiness flickered in Jake’s gaze, yet before he could utter her name, he noticed the stark change in her expression—she looked at him as if he were a stranger, her worst adversary. Her features were a mix of disgust and frost, tinged with a hint of suspicion. It seemed she held nothing but disdain for him.

Jake’s words got stuck in his throat, his shock rendering his voice faint and shaky.

“Kallie… Kallie, why are you staring at me like this? Are you alright?” he stammered, reaching out to steady her.

Kallie shrank from his touch, inhaling sharply as a whirlwind of confusion clouded her thoughts.

“I’m fine. I just need some time alone,” she said, her tone strained yet controlled as she fought back her annoyance.

Jake sensed something was amiss with Kallie. His curiosity burned as he yearned to uncover what had taken place. Nonetheless, realizing she seemed overwhelmed, possibly from a distressing dream, he masked his own distress. Rising from her side, he offered soft reassurance.

“Get some rest first. When you’re feeling better, we’ll talk about something important.”

With a faint nod, Kallie turned her face away, her acknowledgment barely audible.

Jake lingered a moment, watching her with a troubled look, his mind filled with uneasy thoughts. He was plagued by an unsettling sense that something was amiss with Kallie, yet he was at a loss to identify exactly what had shifted in her demeanor.

Jake dismissed the nagging thoughts for the time being, comforting himself with the belief that as long as Kallie was by his side, all would be well. He could broach the subject with her later when the time felt right.noveldrama

With this reassurance, Jake swiftly left the room, completely unaware of the venomous glare Kallie fixed on his retreating figure. The seeds of discord sown by Clayton had germinated, and the hypnosis was taking effect.

Kallie was ensnared by Clayton’s manipulation, fully indoctrinated into believing his poisonous lies. She was now utterly convinced that Jake’s relationship with Lacey was not only real but longstanding, and his intentions toward Elma were far from genuine. He was eager to cast Elma aside, treating her as nothing more than a burdensome chore he longed to be rid of.

In spite of Kallie’s desire to trust Jake, shadows of doubt crept into her mind every time her eyes closed. Sinister whispers haunted her, painting vivid pictures of Jake’s intentions.

Kallie was engulfed in emotional turmoil, battling a storm of contempt toward Jake and confusion. Her recollections were fragmented, the past a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces.

One memory, however, burned bright and clear: the day she, Jake, and Lacey visited a bridal shop. At that time, tears had blurred Kallie’s vision as she watched Jake walk past her as if she were invisible, his strides purposeful as he moved toward Lacey, radiant in her wedding gown.

Lacey had gracefully gathered her gown, her smile radiating sweetness as she turned to Jake and asked, “Jake, do I look alright in this?” Jake had returned her smile with a gentle warmth, saying, “You look stunning.”

Jake and Lacey appeared the perfect image of a devoted couple while Kallie felt like an intruder in their relationship.

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