My Mute Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

He raised his brow at me. "What's the matter with you crying?" He sat next to me and placed the notepad on the bed. "What's the matter?" he said softly, handing me the notepad and pen. "Please write anything you want to say here, okay?" I agreed by nodding. You want me to go because I am mute, right? I write it down and show it to him. "NO," he almost yelled, frightening me. " I'm sorry...... look, you remember me, don't you?" I responded by nodding. How could I possibly forget him? with all of the feelings he evoked in me?

"Take care of my wife." ***

"Ok. Since we haven't had time for ourselves, I was hoping you'll just stay at home with me and we'll continue designing like we used to." "Ok then." Rodriguez gave her a smile and got ready for bed. She did the same and when she was comfy, she said, "And no phones. It always distracts you." "I surrender." Rodriguez remained awake until his wife drifted back to sleep. He really hoped Mrs. Contreras had a way to fix this or he would. *** Mrs Contreras paced around the room wildly and continued complaining to her husband on how betrayed she felt. "How did you even know she called them?" Her husband asked, sipping a cup of scented tea and being less concerned about what Ema had just done.

Outside the window Calloway Street was grey and wet and going about its morning without any awareness of what was happening on the internet in Anita Hargrove’s name. The story the photographs told was simple. Wife of prominent businessman photographed outside anniversary dinner with former flame while husband remains inside. Husband later seen calmly retrieving her. Wife declines to return. That last part was the one that kept appearing. Wife declines to return. As though I had made a scene. As though I had been unreasonable. As though Donald had come outside with nothing but dignity and concern and I had refused him. I put the phone face down. The boy’s face.

“Yes, Vanya. It’s settled. You’re going to marry Ivan Petrov. The Don of the Bratva Sever mafia.” The words landed like another bucket of cold water. My heart thudded sharply as my hands trembled as I signed again, faster. **You want me to marry Ivan Petrov? Everyone says he’s a ruthless killer, Papa. He’s crippled in a wheelchair. I haven’t finished college!** “And so what? Even if I let you finish, who would hire a mute girl to work for them?” **I don’t need to work. Mama said when I finish, I’ll take over the company. She gave me—**

“There’s no way the queen called you, put your glasses on.” Typical old couple. “And come and help me put the laundry out.” “Woman, my glasses are on, I am staring at queen Dylan.” His eyes rolled in his head before finally turning back to me muttering something about taking himself off of mute. “Sorry about that, can you hear me again?” I chuckled even more already knowing he was convinced that he was on mute for that entire interaction with his partner. “I can hear you just fine sir.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him. “Actually, I have something important to ask you…”

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

'Have you forgotten that our husband is a vampire and he could hear you clearly? "Should I care? As long it was him that could hear me loud and clear, I don't mind." She responded to her wolf's comment and like she said, she didn't even care about that anymore. They're a couple already. There's no harm done on that. But without wasting any more moments, she just quickly dashed over to her husband as soon as she got out of the office window. She even attempts to cross fists with him. "Woah, don't like wasting time, Wifey?" Morbius teased when Natasha gave him a straight punch that he quickly waved off.

She picked up the remote. Mute. Silence settled around her. Her phone rested face-down on the coffee table. She reached for it again.The screen lit up. No new messages. Still... Her thumb hovered over the last one. How's the baby? Sarah locked the screen at once.As though darkness could swallow the words. She stood. The apartment suddenly felt too open.Her eyes drifted toward the window. The curtains were still pulled back. Anyone outside could see in. She remained where she was for several seconds.