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"You know, you shouldn't have acted this way in Australia. It's embarrassing for our neighbors to see you behave like this, knowing you're my wife." She shrugged, unfazed by his words. "I don't care what they think. After all, you're the one who said our marriage is worthless!" "Tss, you're being so loud! If this keeps up, my eardrum might burst by tomorrow," he grumbled before promptly getting out of bed. "You stay here for now. I'm stepping out to get some peace of mind," he instructed, before leaving the room. Alone in the room, she settled back onto the bed, feeling utterly drained despite having done nothing all day. As she lay there, she failed to realize that her eyes were slowly shut

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

At least I tried my best . " If he is my husband then I am his wife why can't he share the same room " I mutter complaining " Meerab " I heard him say . I turned around " Yes " " lay properly on the bed or else you will fall and break your waist and I I am not taking you to the hospital disturbing my sleep" With that he turned around and slept with my mouth hung open. I snatch the blanket angrily and slept properly as I heard him say " What the hell"

“Okay. Give him what he came for. Aren’t you tired of this? Give him what he wants and let him be on his way.” But Wilbet didn’t move. He just... Stared. And that was when Malcolm said it casually, like he was talking about the weather. “Why your husband is suddenly mute, my darling... is because the priceless thing he gave up—was you

Who knew he was actually mute? [There's no way a family like the Clarkes would really marry their daughter to a mute.] Mute. Mute... Silently scrolling through the comments, I felt coldness spread through my body all over again. Finally unable to bear it anymore, I pulled out my suitcase. "Mr. Simpson, what are you doing?" I didn't have many belongings, so packing was quick. Since Madison had already decided to cancel the engagement, there was obviously no way I could continue staying at the Clarke residence.

Frustrated, he’d climbed back upstairs. When Amanda came out, she found him lying there. Without a word, she took his wrist and checked his pulse. Moments later, she let go. “Much better now. Sleep. I’m going to bed too.” But suddenly, his hand clamped around hers. His gaze darkened, voice hoarse. “You’re my wife. Where else would you sleep? Aren’t husband and wife supposed to sleep together?” Amanda froze. What was wrong with him tonight? Had the pain scrambled his brain?

My wife could talk? No. No. That can't be right. I married her mute. I met her mute. I watched her for years, from a distance, signing to herself in that quiet room. Her hands always in motion, graceful like a dance of pain. I knew she wasn't born mute. The accident stole her voice. An accident that left her carrying the guilt of something that wasn't her fault. Everyone blamed her. Her parents. The town. The school. They blamed her for a death she didn't cause.

Adrian said, "She's too rational. Rational people calculate the cost before filing for divorce." My finger pressed flat against the desk. The recording went on. Adrian continued, "The firm, the clients, the connections, they're all tied to me. She won't give that up." Vivian asked, "Do you love her?" A long stretch of silence, then Adrian said, "I did." The office had gone unnervingly quiet. Adrian's face was drained of color. "When did you record this?" I said, "The night of your birthday." He jerked his head up.

“It’s just a way to thank you.” “There’s absolutely no problem. It’s just that I am married.” His mouth curved into a smile. “Oh, I am surprised. I am really sorry. D-dump…yeah, I am dumb.” She looked down scolding herself, unable to meet his eyes. “Forget it. You didn’t know,” He laughed. “But I liked it.” He continued as she finally looked back at him. They smiled at each other before he left the room. “What the fuck is wrong with his deep, sexy voice?” She finally signed closing the door. Matt entered his bedroom to find his wife still awake. “Where have you been?” She questioned. “I spent the whole day working at my office today, because tomorrow is an important day for our company.” He

Her gaze met with the trio, she could tell they were not happy with the decision she was about to take but couldn't say anything because of the promise and also wouldn't want him to be mad. “Let's leave," he whispered with a smile, the bags under his eyes didn't go unnoticed. They bid her friends goodbye, but the grimace on Mike's face never left. He helped her into the car and drove out of the mansion, Chloe held onto his wrist still with her messed up brain. “Are you done with work?" He shook his head still with his eyes focused on the road. “Then why did you come?" He stuck his tongue and shook his head. “I couldn't reach my wife for days,” he responded like it was no big deal.