All Chapters of His Mute Wife's Goodbye Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Vincent My eyes stayed glued to Nyelle as she slowly descended the staircase like she had absolutely no idea what she was doing to my sanity right now. Or maybe she knew exactly. She looked completely different from the woman I had lived with for five years. Maybe I had simply never looked properly before. The realization irritated me immediately. “Where exactly are you going dressed like that?” I asked sharply before I could stop myself. Nyelle’s eyes instantly shifted toward me, and the look she gave me almost felt insulting. Like I was something disgusting she accidentally stepped on. That alone annoyed me even more. For years after our marriage, she followed every rule I gave her without question. No revealing clothes, no tight pants, no outfits that showed off her body unnecessarily. I preferred simple dresses on her, soft colors, loose clothing, nothing attention-grabbing. And she obeyed every single time. But now? Now she was walking downstairs dressed like

Vincent“What?!”I shot up from my chair so fast that it nearly rolled backward across the office floor.The voice from the phone continued quickly from the other side, sounding panicked.“Your wife is currently at the hospital, sir. She was badly injured during a bike accident, and we need someone here immediately.”For a second, I genuinely thought I heard wrong.Bike accident? Nyelle?My brows pulled together hard while confusion slammed into my head violently.What the hell was she even doing on a bike in the first place?The line disconnected shortly after, but I remained standing there frozen beside my desk while my thoughts spiraled aggressively inside my head.Then suddenly—Knock knock.My office door opened carefully, and a young woman dressed in a cream-colored blouse and black skirt stepped inside nervously while holding a tablet tightly against her chest.“Good morning, sir,” she greeted politely with her head lowered slightly. “I’m your new secretary assigned from headqua

Vincent“What do you mean by that?”Cassia’s sharp voice immediately echoed through the living room the second those words left my mouth.I turned slightly and saw her walking toward me slowly with disbelief written all over her face. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest while her brows pulled together in irritation.“Did I seriously hear you right just now?” she demanded. “You want to learn sign language?”I exhaled slowly while rubbing the back of my neck.“Yes.”The moment I answered, her eyes widened even more.“What?” she snapped. “Are you actually being serious right now? Why would you suddenly want to learn sign language because of her?”The irritation in her tone immediately made my own frustration rise again.“I’m not learning it for her,” I answered quickly. “I’m learning it for myself.”Cassia scoffed loudly.“That doesn’t even make sense.”“It does,” I replied sharply while dragging my hand through my hair. “She’s becoming impossible to communicate with lately, an

VincentI froze the second the bedroom door opened. Nyelle stood directly in front of me, completely startled, with water dripping slowly down her skin from head to toe. Steam lingered faintly around the bathroom entrance behind her while strands of wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders carelessly.Her eyes widened in shock immediately after realizing I had just walked in on her, and instinctively, her hands moved toward herself too late like she suddenly remembered she wasn’t fully covered.But honestly… my brain had already stopped functioning properly.Because I had never truly looked at her before. And now standing there under the soft bedroom lights with water trailing slowly down her body, Nyelle looked nothing like the quiet invisible woman I had spent five years ignoring.The oversized clothes she usually wore had hidden too much.My eyes slowly traveled downward before I could stop myself, and suddenly I noticed every detail all at once. The soft curve of her waist. Her t

VincentI woke up starving. My stomach felt painfully empty as I slowly sat up on the guest room bed while rubbing tiredly at my face. Beside me, Cassia stretched dramatically beneath the blanket before smiling proudly the second she noticed I was awake.“You’re finally up,” she said happily while fixing her hair. “You did really well yesterday, so I prepared breakfast for you.”The moment she said breakfast, fear genuinely entered my soul. Still wearing my suit pants and half-buttoned shirt, I slowly walked downstairs with caution like a man approaching a crime scene.The second I reached the dining area, Cassia beamed excitedly beside the table.“I made toast bread,” she announced proudly.I looked down at the plate. Then blinked, and then looked again. The toast was black. Like it had survived a house fire.I slowly lifted my eyes toward her. “Is… that edible?”Cassia gasped dramatically. “Of course it is!” she defended immediately before grabbing one proudly and taking a bite her