Chapter 1

"When will you divorce her?"

In the private room, the girl gazed at the man before her with deep affection.

Aveline stood outside the private room with cold hands and feet. Like the girl inside, she stared at the man's handsome, sharp face, as her complexion gradually turned pale.

That was her husband, Lucas Tudor.

He was mute, working as a server in this club. Today, she got off work early to go home with him but didn't expect to stumble upon this scene.

The man who usually wore a server's uniform was now in a tailored suit, his short hair meticulously styled. His expression was noble and cold, with an air of elegance and aloofness she had never seen before.

His thin lips parted, his voice low and pleasant. "I'll bring it up to her soon."

She shut her eyes abruptly and turned to leave.

He could speak.

His voice was actually so pleasant.

However, she never expected that the first words she would hear him say were about divorce.

Aveline was in a daze, thinking she must have mistaken someone else for him.

How could that noble and cold man be Lucas?

How could Lucas be divorcing her?

She exited the club, and it started raining outside. She quickly got soaked. She took out her phone and, on an impulse, dialed his number.

She walked to the window of the private room and looked inside through the hazy rain.

She saw him pick up his phone, his stern brows furrowing, and he hung up the call expressionlessly before starting to type.

Soon, she received a message from Lucas, “Ave, did you forget I can't talk? Why did you call me?”

Aveline looked at the message, her heart aching as if pierced by a knife!

Why did he lie to her?

When did he recover?

When did he meet that girl?

When did he decide to divorce her?

With countless questions in her heart, she wanted to rush in and confront him, but she was afraid of seeing his cold expression.

She couldn't bear it.

A year ago, she took in Lucas, who was a mute man with amnesia. He could only remember how to write his name and had forgotten everything else.

She taught him everything from the beginning, helping him learn to read, use sign language, and even leading him to fall in love with her.

Later, they got married.

There was a saying that it’d take 21 days to form a habit. After spending a year with him, she had truly grown accustomed to his presence and his warm smiles.

So, she believed all this must be a lie, and he wouldn't divorce her.

Returning home in the rain, Aveline took a hot shower, prepared Lucas's favorite dishes, and sat quietly at the dining table waiting.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the door opened. He walked in, bringing in a chill.

Aveline saw that he had changed back into his server uniform.

Her heart inexplicably ached.

For a moment, she couldn't tell if what she saw during the day was an illusion.

"Ave, what's wrong?" Lucas walked over, seeing her pale face and dazed expression, and anxiously asked in sign language.

His handsome face was filled with concern, and his eyes showed worry.

However, in Aveline's mind, all she could see was his indifferent look as he typed on his phone, then turned to chat and laugh with another woman.

It was a bit ironic.

"Lucas, I can smell another woman's perfume on you," Aveline said, avoiding his touch.

Lucas's expression froze, and he signed. “I was assigned to help in a private room today. Maybe I got some of the client's perfume on me. I'll go shower now.”

He got up and went to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled the room.

The way he nervously explained didn't seem like a lie at all.

Aveline stood up and walked into the bathroom, hugging him despite getting wet. She tightly closed her eyes. "Lucas, I went to find you today."

The man's movements stiffened. After a moment, he sighed. "You know everything."