All Chapters of Obsessed with His Unwanted Mute Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Beverly sat at the kitchen table the next morning, her hands wrapped around a cold cup of coffee she hadn't touched. The divorce papers were gone—Diro had burned them in the fireplace before going to bed, the ashes scattered like her dreams of freedom.The sound of expensive shoes clicking against marble announced his arrival before she saw him. Diro entered the kitchen dressed in one of his perfectly tailored suits, his dark hair slicked back, his face a mask of cold indifference. He looked like he owned the world—which, in many ways, he did."We need to talk."Beverly's stomach dropped at the tone of his voice. She looked up at him, her hands already moving into position for sign language, but he held up a hand to stop her."No. You listen. I talk."He pulled out the chair across from her and sat down with the predatory grace of a man who had never been told 'no' in his entire life. His dark eyes studied her face like he was examining a problem he needed to solve."You want a divorc

Beverly arrived at work the next night with dark circles under her eyes and a knot of dread in her stomach. She'd barely slept all day, haunted by Faye's cruel laughter and the knowledge that her humiliating photo was spreading across social media like wildfire.But she needed this job. Hopeless or not, it was all she had.Rosa was waiting by the elevator with Beverly's cleaning cart, but she wasn't alone. Three other night shift workers stood with her—Maria, an older woman with kind eyes; James, a college student working to pay for classes; and Paula, a single mother who cleaned offices to support her kids."Beverly," Rosa said as she approached, her voice careful and sympathetic. "We need to talk."Beverly's heart sank. They were going to fire her. Someone had seen Faye's post, had connected her to the Carter family scandal, and now she was going to lose the only job she'd been able to find."It's not what you think," Rosa added quickly, seeing the panic in Beverly's eyes. "We just.

Beverly had no idea her world was about to explode.She finished her shift at 6 AM, bone-tired but strangely happy. The memory of seeing herself in that break room mirror stayed with her like a warm glow in her chest. For twelve hours, she'd cleaned offices while remembering what it felt like to be beautiful.Rosa was waiting by the elevator with the other night shift workers, counting out their weekly pay in cash. When she saw Beverly approaching, her expression was odd—excited but nervous, like she was holding back a secret."Beverly," Rosa said, handing her an envelope of crumpled bills. "You might want to check your phone when you get home."Beverly tilted her head in confusion. Rosa had never mentioned her phone before."Trust me on this one, honey. Check your phone."The ride home on the city bus was the same as always—Beverly sitting in the back corner, invisible to the world, watching the city wake up through dirty windows. A few people glanced at her, but that was normal. Peo

Beverly waited three days before she dared to defy him.Three days of staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, remembering what she'd discovered about herself. Three days of Diro's voice echoing in her head: "Plain. Ordinary. Nothing special." Three days of knowing he was lying and feeling that knowledge burn inside her chest like a small flame.On the fourth day, when Diro left for a business meeting and wouldn't be back until evening, Beverly made a decision that terrified and thrilled her at the same time.She was going to prove to herself that her beauty was real.Beverly crept through the mansion like a thief in her own home, checking every corner to make sure Irene wasn't lurking somewhere with her disapproving glare and sharp tongue. The coast was clear—Irene was at her weekly spa appointment, the staff was busy with their afternoon duties, and Beverly was alone with her dangerous plan.She slipped out of the house through the kitchen entrance and walked the six blocks

Beverly ran until her lungs burned and her legs gave out, finally collapsing on a park bench six blocks from the Carter mansion. Her face throbbed with every heartbeat, the raw skin tight and painful where the harsh soap had scraped away layers of flesh.But the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional storm raging in her chest. She had done it. She had finally told Diro exactly what she thought of him, had spoken the truth that had been burning inside her for years.And now she was terrified of what came next.Beverly sat on that bench for three hours, watching normal people live their normal lives. Mothers pushing strollers, joggers with their dogs, teenagers laughing as they walked to school. All of them free to make their own choices, to wear makeup if they wanted, to speak their minds without fear of chemical burns.When she finally returned to the mansion, the security guards looked at her strangely but didn't comment on her absence or her raw, damaged face. Beverly c