บททั้งหมดของ His Mute Wife's Goodbye Revenge : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Nyelle“It’s been five years… and I hate to admit it, but I’ve always loved you…”Vincent’s voice froze me the second I stepped into the dark living room.My fingers tightened around the small cake box in my hands while my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Rose petals were scattered across the floor in messy heart shapes, candles flickered softly on the center table, and tiny golden lights hung across the walls like stars trapped inside the room.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Did… did he really do this for me?Just a few hours ago, I had sat alone in the hospital hallway calling him over and over again while my hands shook so badly I could barely hold my phone properly. Each time, he declined the call. Again and again.Then the doctor had looked at me with that careful expression people used when they were about to destroy your entire world.“You have cancer.”Those three words had shattered something inside me.“You have less than two years to live.”Even now, I could still h

Nyelle Cassia’s face twisted so violently with rage that for a second, she didn’t even look human anymore. “You seriously think you belong here?” Cassia’s voice came out sharp and furious, her eyes blazing so fiercely it almost looked like she wanted to rip me apart with her bare hands. For the first time in years, I didn’t look away. I moved closer to her instead. My fingers pressed hard against the iPad screen while anger burned violently inside my chest. The words appeared faster this time, almost aggressive. “The last time I checked, I’m still the one legally married to him while you’re just the shameless mistress.” The second her eyes landed on the screen, her face twisted completely. I scoffed internally. The truth really did hurt. “How dare you!” she snapped. Her hand flew toward me so suddenly that even she probably thought I wouldn’t react in time. But I did. I grabbed her wrist before the slap could land. The sound of our struggle echoed softly through the

NyelleHis words left me slightly shaken, but I refused to let it show on my face. The masked man stood directly in front of me with his arms folded across his chest while his sharp eyes studied me carefully, almost like he was trying to figure out whether I was brave or simply losing my mind.Maybe it was both. After everything that had happened in just one night, I honestly wasn’t sure anymore.Still, I forced my trembling fingers to move across my phone quickly before turning the screen toward him.“I’ll offer you anything you want. Or don’t you want to trade the burner phone anymore?”The corner of his lips lifted slightly beneath the mask, amused by my boldness.“You’re trying to change the topic,” he said calmly while stepping closer. “Alright, fine. But once you start this, there’s no going back. Anything that happens after you’re found out becomes your problem to handle, not mine.”I swallowed hard. For a brief second, fear crawled into my chest. Because he was right.If Vince

Nyelle “Everyone, let’s go get drinks to celebrate the return of the Beast Biker!” The second Nico shouted those words across the racing station, loud cheers immediately erupted around us while several people started clapping excitedly. At the corner of the garage, I caught Soreya rolling her eyes dramatically before muttering something under her breath that made the guy beside her laugh. A small smile tugged at my lips. The Beast Biker. That used to be my nickname years ago. Back when people looked at me with admiration instead of pity. Back when I wasn’t just Vincent’s silent shadow standing quietly behind him at company events while people ignored my existence completely. “Bills are on me tonight!” Nico added loudly. That only made everyone cheer harder. Music blasted louder through the station while people immediately started heading toward the connected bar area nearby. For a brief moment, I simply stood there quietly taking everything in. Five years was appa

Vincent“Has she completely lost her mind?” Cassia snapped beside me, her voice filled with disbelief as she stared at the shattered pieces of the iPad scattered across the marble floor. The maids immediately rushed forward nervously to clean the mess, kneeling carefully while avoiding eye contact with me completely, but I barely noticed them because my attention remained fixed on the staircase Nyelle had just disappeared through.Even after she was gone, my mind kept replaying the scene downstairs over and over again in ways that irritated me more than I wanted to admit. The slap. The way she looked directly into my eyes without fear for the first time in five years. The way she mocked me right to my face while drunk. And worst of all, the alcohol.Nyelle stopped drinking because I told her I hated women who smelled like alcohol.The very first week after our marriage, I had made my rules clear to her. No drinking, no staying out late, no embarrassing behavior, no unnecessary male f