Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

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But when Clayton looked at Beth, he didn’t just withhold that kind of smile—sometimes, it felt like he barely acknowledged her at all.

At first, Beth had convinced herself that Clayton was just naturally distant.

Maybe he wasn’t the kind of man to smile often and that was simply his way.

After all, his business partners had described him as aloof and unapproachable.

She had told herself she’d get used to it.

But after watching that video of Clayton with Caitlin, Beth had bitterly realized she couldn’t lie to herself anymore.

Clayton wasn’t incapable of kindness.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with warmth.

He just chose not to show it to her.

Beth had refused to accept that, the bitterness unbearable.

A twisted, desperate thought took root.

If Caitlin was out of the picture, maybe, just maybe, Clayton would finally see her.

But deep down, she knew the truth.

Love wasn’t something she could force.

But with the wedding looming, she wasn’t ready to give up.

Beth sucked in a shaky breath, swallowed her tears, and finally let go of Caitlin’s hair.

Caitlin gasped for air, finally freed from Beth’s grip.

Her body shook from the pain, but her emotions were an even bigger mess.noveldrama

Her eyes landed on a photo where she and Clayton were smiling at each other.

A sudden wave of dizziness hit Caitlin, leaving her momentarily lost in thought.

Was it possible that Clayton actually had feelings for her?

She shook the thought away.

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That couldn’t be right.

They hadn’t even known each other that long.

But then, why was he…

Why was he treating her so differently from everyone else?

And why else would Beth be this pissed off?

It made sense, though. She bore a resemblance to Kallie.

Maybe that was all it was.

Maybe Clayton wasn’t drawn to her—just her face.

Just like that, the small flicker of happiness Caitlin had felt vanished, replaced by an empty sadness.

Beth, too caught up in her own thoughts, didn’t even notice the shift in Caitlin’s expression.

With her confidence back, Beth reached into her purse, pulled out a blank check, and flicked it onto the table like it was nothing.

“Here. A blank check. Write down whatever number you want.

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