My Mute Wife Novels & Stories

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.

“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

For the first time since she walked in. Gray eyes. Cold. Clear. Unblinking. The same eyes that used to soften when I returned home years ago. The same eyes that went dead when I told her “business comes first” for the third night in a row. Now they were nothing but glass. No smile. No mercy. She shrugged. One shoulder. Barely a movement. Casual. Dismissive. Like I’d asked her about the weather. Like I’d asked her what time it was. Like five years, a marriage, and a company meant as much as “partly cloudy.”

Vivian POV My hands grazed through the walls of the long passage, the flashes of the last time I had come here stormed my memory. It was the day I had gotten married to Max, I could still remember the familiar scent of the rich wall paints. This place brought back memories, memories I didn't want to recall. In this same house, I had my first night with Max until he started accusing me of infidelity, being a whore and a sex maniac who couldn't be satisfied with one man. I had accepted all those accusations then knowing that it wasn't what I was after all and there was no point arguing, I left him to believe whatever he thought I am and as to that, he concluded that I had accepted all his fals

, Vyom said as a matter of fact. . “Her husband should get a grip on her.”, Arbaaz said, on which Vyom nodded. “Between something strange happened. SHE. TALKED.” . “She What?” . “She talked.”, He confirmed on which his leader started leaving the room. “Where are you going?” . “Time to give a small visit to my wife who was mute from the time I bring here her.”, Finally he left from there. . . . #TBC

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.

"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?”

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.