All Chapters of His Mute Wife's Goodbye Revenge : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LeonNyelle stood a few feet away from me, fingers curled tight around that necklace like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. The garden lights cast a soft glow across her face, and I could see the slight tremble in her lower lip, the way her eyes kept darting sideways like she was calculating an exit.I closed the distance between us slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every inch of it. My fingers reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, gentle enough to be mistaken for kindness."I saved you tonight," I said quietly, my voice low. "I think this deserves an explanation." My eyes dropped to the burner phone. "Don't you?"Her hand shot out immediately, reaching for the phone in my grip, and I pulled it back without even looking at it, keeping my eyes locked on hers the entire time. She froze."Who are you blackmailing with this?" I asked, tilting my head slightly. "Is it your husband?" I let the pause breathe for a second, then added, softer, like a blade

CassiaThe moment I stepped into my room, I started pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. My heels struck the marble floor in sharp, uneven clicks while my teeth dug into my fingernail. No matter how hard I tried to calm down, I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Vincent standing in front of everyone tonight, openly defending Nyelle. The humiliation burned so fiercely that it felt like fire beneath my skin. My chest rose and fell unevenly as I dragged both hands through my hair, trying to stop the panic spreading inside me, but it was impossible.Then anger exploded, with a frustrated cry, I grabbed the nearest vase and threw it across the room. It smashed against the wall, shards scattering across the floor, but the destruction did nothing to soothe me. I stood there breathing hard, staring at the broken pieces while my fingers curled into fists. How had everything spiraled so badly? Vincent was supposed to be on my side. He was supposed to believe me. Instead, he had spe

NyelleI almost scoffed. But the look on Vincent's face stopped me. There wasn't even a trace of amusement in his expression. He looked completely serious, and somehow that made this whole situation even stranger. Before I could figure out what was going on inside his head, he took another step closer. Instinctively, I stepped back. Then another and another. My back hit the wall before I realized I had nowhere else to go. My breath caught as Vincent planted a hand beside my head, then another, trapping me between his arms. He looked nervous. Vincent Hale. The man who could stare down a room full of billionaires without blinking. His jaw flexed. He looked away briefly, dragged a hand through his hair, then looked back at me again like he was forcing himself to continue."Go ahead," he said. "Tell me your likes and dislikes." He paused, frowned at himself, then rubbed the back of his neck. "Your favorite food. The things that make you happy. The things that annoy you. Just..." He exhale

CassiaI waited and waited and when it became clear that Vincent wasn't coming downstairs, something snapped inside me and I grabbed my bag and walked straight out of that house.The drive to my parents' place was a mess. I didn't even realize I'd been crying until I caught my reflection at a red light and barely recognized myself. I sat in the car for a moment after parking, pressed my fingers against my eyes, then gave up and just got out.My mother opened the door before I could knock and took one look at my face. That was all she needed. She pulled me in without saying anything first and I buried my face against her shoulder and just let it all out right there in the doorway like I was twelve years old again."Baby, what are you doing here this late?" she murmured into my hair."Mom, Vincent chose Nyelle." My voice broke on her name and I hated myself for it. "He actually chose her."My mother pulled back to look at me properly and I watched the disbelief move across her face, the

Nyelle Vincent looked genuinely stunned when I snatched the hair dryer from his hand, but I couldn't have cared less. My patience had already been stretched beyond its limit tonight. Without looking at him again, I switched the dryer back on and started drying my hair myself. The warm air blew through the damp strands as I focused on anything except the man standing beside me. Unfortunately, Vincent clearly had other plans. Before I could finish, he reached for the dryer again. I immediately tightened my grip. His jaw clenched slightly. "I should help." I shot him a look that could've killed someone. Help? Since when? For five years, this man barely noticed whether I was happy, sad, sick, or exhausted. Now suddenly he wanted to help me dry my hair? The entire thing felt ridiculous. "You asked to be my real wife for a month," he said, refusing to back down. His voice was calm, but there was a stubbornness there that wasn't usually directed at me. "So I have to be a good hu