Novel & Cerita My Mute Wife

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.

She asked as Natasha laughed. "Pay you, For what?, You married Noah for better or worse, its your duty as a wife to stick with him in sickness and in health, Noah has no money left, he was in an accident, are you that dumb perhaps stupid?" Natasha asked loudly. "You are the stupid one here, what do you see in a mute man?, He will never walk, he will never love you, has he ever treated you with respect, No right?, He actually mistreated you and made you feel lonely right?, Its because that's the way he is, he did the same to me, do you think he loves you, Just because he tolerates you, He is mute and stuck, he has no one else that's why his using you" she said as I angrily glared at her.

“No! You can’t do that. I will be a laughing stock. The humiliation you give me is enough. Please don’t make it public.” I laughed, the sound bitter. “You don’t want the whole world to know? Let me take you down memory lane. Remember when we were still married and I couldn’t speak? Your sister told the reporters during your party, and I was tagged the CEO’s mute wife. I’m sure you remember.” “That was in the past, Miss Winter. Please don’t do this to me.” His voice cracked. “Oh darling,” I said with a cool smile, “I don’t wish to. I just want you to taste your own medicine, to know how it felt. Maybe in your next life you’ll learn how to treat women better.”

And I wasn't kidding. "Now!" "He is…” I raised my gun in his direction and he swallowed, before digging into his pocket for his phone. Valentina twisted again and I patted her free hand till she calmed. Morretti's voice was like a white noise in the background, I didn't want to know the details of their discussion. "My wife isn't home yet.” I thought he was speaking on the phone but the silence after that with his intense gaze on me made me look up. “What?" I tilted my head.

She said but I kept mute. I just kept staring at her as my frustration grew up by confusion. Something was definitely wrong with her. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, she finally reached for her phone and unlocked it. As she did, her face twisted into a look of utter disbelief, quickly followed by... annoyance? "Cheap... husband?" she muttered under her breath. "Who did you call a cheap husband?" I said to her. For a second, she turned to me with widened eyes, clearly shocked at the fact that I was able to hear her muffles.

He drove along in silence. After hours of driving, the car finally came to a halt. He helped me get out of the car and led me inside. Since he has chosen to be mute, I can't force him to talk. “Take me to my wife.” I said and he chuckled. “Your wife's not here.” He said. “What do you mean my wife's not here?” I asked. “What have you done to her?” I thundred, freeing myself from him but I collapsed on the floor.

Placing the phone on speaker, I chuckled nervously, the sound off because I tried not to grunt at the feel of his cock slamming into my G-spot over and over again, until my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Well…what’s going on?” my husband snapped. “I’m sure you put me on mute…why?” “No…I dropped the phone because I…I was in the kitchen, and he pit was hot…..I would have….hmm….b-b-burned myself if I….shit….fuck me….spoke to you while….Viktor….please.” I turned back to see him, and he pulled me so my back angled perfectly against his front. Fuck, I sounded like a nymphomaniac….that too while my husband listened

I minimize the tab holding my document and work on it from there. Whatever this is, it probably has nothing to do with attraction. I’m probably just horny. I stare at the screen harder as my lip firms and I will my heart into muteness. Yes, this has nothing to do with attraction. This has everything to do with the fact that my wife is being stubborn and is now trying to get herself killed since she knows I won't kill her, no matter how much she pushes me to do so. I pick up my receiver and press a button.

The door opened with a sharp thud as he pushed it. There she was—his new bride. Lying on the bed like a silent shadow, her face still covered by the veil she had worn since the wedding. She flinched at the sound of the door, slowly pushing herself up on the mattress. But she didn’t say a word. Of course she didn’t. His eyes narrowed. "You really are mute, aren’t you?" he said coldly, voice like a blade. She didn’t respond. Just kept looking down. He took a step closer, eyes burning with anger, confusion, and betrayal.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”