Novel & Cerita My Mute Wife

“Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?” Snow bit her lip and whispered, “No… that’s not it.” I moved her hand away from the doorframe, but she grabbed it again with her other hand. “I don’t agree to a divorce,” Snow said slowly and firmly. Each of her words was delibera

His eyes looked deeply at her and said: "Violet, are you such an unreasonable wife that you don't want to fulfill your duty? Do not want to also have to do. If you bite me again, everyone will know Dominic Barker's wife is mute." His voice was low and menacing towards Violet, he said he could do it. Violet immediately trembled upon hearing that, but she also did not want to give in to this man. If she couldn't fight back, she would use her tears to beg him: “Don't… please… I… I'm not mentally prepared for this… can we do it another time? Please… I don't want to have sex right now…”

He advised that she should rest and take more fluids, and he also advised me to take good care of my wife. But most of all, his comment on her scars were what kept popping in to my head the rest of the day. "If I may add a few things about your wife..." Doctor Morgan had commented after he gave me a clear report of my wife's condition. "Is the scar on her neck a reason why she doesn't speak?" His question was raised after finding out that my wife was a mute. "It could be." Was the reply I chose to give the old man. Doctor Morgan went deep in his thoughts for a few minutes after I gave him my reply.

At a pet store near our complex, she dove into picking her new friend, while my allergies kept me outside. My eyes wandered to a clinic next door, where a scarred, limping man dispensed medicine. Something about him felt familiar. When he caught my gaze, he covered his face and bolted. Puzzled, I turned to the pet store clerk, who explained, "He is a mute. Opened that clinic last year. He used to be a doctor, getting canned for some screw-up. He is good at his job, but his voice is shot. Oh, and he married a woman fresh out of prison. Her face is all messed up. They fight like cats and dogs, yelling and even pulling knives sometimes. He calls her a filthy curse and blames her for ruining his

~Alpha Dax~ Dax inhaled that lovely peony scent. It was romantic and relaxing, and it improved his mood. He knew it was that silly Omega again. He knew she was a mute. But he couldn't have a mute for a mate. His wolf, Daniel, urged him to go and find her. "Let's claim our mate, Dax," Daniel growled at him, stepping forward to shift and find that Omega. "No way! She is a mute. A mute cannot be my Luna." Dax rejected Daniel's offer. His wolf growled at him.

"Clarence is one lucky guy. Someone always has his back, no matter how much he screws up. His wife spent millions of dollars on a massive fireworks display just to make him smile. "And now, she's singing to him like a devoted queen. What a life." The atmosphere in the video was vibrant and full of life. Yet for three years, there was nothing but dead silence between us. Even in bed, she refused to let a single sound escape her lips during our most intimate moments. Our sex life was mechanical, and our daily routine was robotic. I was the only lunatic desperately trying to keep this marriage alive. Allison had never been one with high self-control. There was a time when a single smile from me

she appraised me with her fingers painted with a red color now wiring around the tip of the short cup. “So I ask what have I done to you to warrant such resentment or has my son tainted your mind against me too?” she stopped still looking at me. I didn't say anything. Just listen, I said inwardly. But right now she doesn't seem to be talking. It was as though she was expecting me to say something. “Are you mute?” her eyes widened “Oh, my” she held her chest dramatically “My son married a mute. Is this to taunt his father?”

"What woman? Does the Don know about this?" Grace chuckled and said, "It's nothing serious. Just some woman in the family claiming that her husband tried to kill her, even turning her mute. It's hardly a disaster. She's still alive, after all. Besides, she can't stir up much trouble. You're a smart woman. I'm sure you'd know what to do." I looked at the cash and jewelry in the briefcase and thought to myself about how many more shirts I could make for the Don. However, I felt sorry for that woman. She had become a mute, and no one was helping her.

She had had the worst week yet and was done playing nice. "But Luna, she won't be able to handle her duty..." Ashley said, avoiding calling Meadow mute, so she did not annoy Ethan. "Being mute has never stopped anyone from greatness," Amber said, and the discussion was closed. "I am thinking of taking my wife for a vacation, so I hope the handover can wait," Ethan said, and Amber smiled and looked at Meadow. "As long as the vacation gives me what I want, I can hold the forte while you two love birds go on vacation," She said with a smile on her face, hoping Ethan would do the honours and get his beautiful wife pregnant.

But it did not stop, the buzzing of the phone as it vibrated against wood grating my ears and making my wife’s eyes snap open again, the passion swimming in her hazel eyes quelled by the calls. “Bloody hell,” I growled, pushing away from her after a long moment of hesitation when her arm pushed against my chest and watching the large mushroom head of my cock slip out with a loud sucking sound, her pussy lips trembling. “Stop Xade, it’s been ringing for a while,” She whispered just as the ringing stopped and the sound of our ragged breathing filled the space. I held my breath, hoping that it stayed dead before the annoying ping started again, much to my dismay.