His Mute Wife's Goodbye Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Nyelle I walked into our house on our fifth wedding anniversary and found my husband proposing to Cassia, my adoptive parents' biological daughter—the woman I had replaced five years ago. "It's been five years," Vincent said, looking at her with a tenderness I had spent years wishing he would show me. "Five years, and I've only ever had eyes for you. I've waited so long for this moment, so long to tell you how much you mean to me." My fingers tightened around the cake box in my hands. Five years. The same five years I had spent carrying his name, sleeping beside him, and telling myself that perhaps, eventually, he would see me as something more than the woman forced into his life. "Will you marry me again?" Cassia smiled at him. "Yes." The cake slipped from my hands and hit the floor, cream splattering across the tiles as Vincent rose and pulled her into his arms. Applause broke out around them. "They look so good together!" My eyes burned, and suddenly I was back

Nyelle Cassia's face twisted with rage as she stared at the words on my iPad. "You seriously think you belong here?" she snapped. [The last time I checked, I'm still the one legally married to him, while you're just the shameless mistress.] "How dare you!" Her hand came toward my face, but I caught her wrist before the slap could land. "You psycho, let go of me!" She struggled against my grip, but I didn't release her until Vincent's voice cut through the room. "What's happening here?" I let go immediately. Cassia stumbled backward and dropped to the floor with a gasp, one hand flying protectively to her stomach as though I had thrown her across the room. Vincent rushed toward her. "Cassia!" He dropped beside her and helped her sit up while she leaned weakly against him. "She pushed me," Cassia said, her voice trembling as she looked at me. "She pushed me so hard. She wants to kill my child, cause she's barren?" Vincent's attention turned toward me. The look

Nyelle My fingers moved quickly across my phone instead, and when I turned the screen toward him, the message was simple. [I'll offer you anything you want. Or don't you want to trade the burner phone anymore?] A faint smile touched his lips beneath the mask. "You're trying to change the subject." I held his gaze. He watched me for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small burner phone. "This changes your voice," he said as he handed it to me. "No one will recognize you, but once you start using it, whatever happens after you're discovered becomes your problem, not mine." If Vincent ever found out, there would be consequences. But what did I have left to protect? My marriage was over. My husband was preparing to marry another woman. I had just learned that I was dying, and for five years I had allowed myself to remain quiet while everyone around me decided what my life should look like. I took the phone and handed him the money we had agreed on. Then I

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, cheers erupted around us. People clapped and whistled, and somewhere near the garage, someone revved an engine loudly enough to make everyone laugh. At the corner of the garage, I caught Soreya rolling her eyes before muttering something to the guy beside her. He immediately burst out laughing. A smile tugged at my lips. The Beast Biker. That was what they used to call me. Before I became Vincent's silent shadow. Before people looked at me with pity instead of admiration. “Bills are on me tonight!” Nico added. The cheers grew even louder. Music blasted through the connected bar as everyone started moving toward it, and for a moment, I simply stood there watching them. I had forgotten what this felt like. Nico noticed me lingering behind and leaned closer. “You okay?” I raised my hands with a smile. “More than okay.” A little while

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