The Ceo's Mute Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Edward quickly approached. “Celeste … ” He placed a hand on her arm, trying to stop her. Celeste shook him off immediately. The rejection happened live before every camera in the room. A fresh wave of whispers spread. Celeste stepped behind the podium, tears streamed down her cheeks. “As many of you know…” Her voice cracked. “I am the wife of the CEO of JH Industries.” She placed a trembling hand on George’s shoulder. “And this is my son, George Sterling.” Every camera zoomed in. Edward stood frozen.

"Thank God. You came. Get me out of here. This is insane. They have nothing real. It is all lies from her. From Fiona." Sebastian stopped just out of reach. The officer stood three paces behind him, arms crossed. Ross kept talking, words tumbling over each other. "We are married. You cannot let your wife sit in a cell. Think about the scandal. The company. Your name. Pull strings. Call your lawyers. Make this disappear." Sebastian looked at her, really looked. The woman he had married in haste, the one whose tears had swayed him away from Fiona. The one who had slept in his bed while plotting with her father and her best friend to destroy the woman carrying his child.

And now that image was shattered. The humiliation began the night before. He had thrown a party in our home, filled with dignitaries and reporters. He had told me to stay upstairs, hidden away like a shameful secret. But thirst drove me down to the kitchen. The moment the crowd noticed me, questions came like daggers, questions I couldn’t answer. And then Alexa, his wicked sister, smirked and announced, “She’s mute. My brother's wife can’t even speak.” The room erupted with loud noises. Phones recorded. Laughter spread. By morning, the internet crowned me with a new name as the Ceo's mute wife.

"Stop being crazy." That triggers something in me to finally, FINALLY, give way to the whole, unmitigated truth. "Which wife was mistaken by Miss Cates as a servant and kicked out of the firm? Which CEO's wife doesn't even have money for a taxi? And, above all, which CEO's wife is being labeled as a criminal online by Charlotte's loyal followers?" I'm all but screaming at this man, unleashing the hidden emotions and words I've held onto for years. I continue without waiting for a response. "You NEVER acknowledged me publicly. You never talk about me, take me out, treat me with any amount of love? What the fuck kind of CEO's wife am I?"

Some people wouldn’t look at her at all. She nodded. Responded. Pretended to hear. Before they could leave the boardroom, Reid’s phone buzzed with a sharp notification. He glanced at the screen and cursed under his breath. He turned the device so Vivienne could see it. A news segment was already streaming online. The headline read: 'Carter Scandal Deepens: CEO’s Wife Secretly Meeting Zayne Wilder'. Below it, grainy but unmistakable footage played—Zayne Wilder standing at her front door.

“My problem,” Clara said, her voice low and sharp like a knife in the dark, “is that I have a huge board meeting to get ready for. A three-hundred-million-dollar merger that’s hanging by a thread. And right now, the CEO’s wife is standing in my office wearing a fancy coat she probably paid for with the company card.” She stopped and looked me straight in the eyes. “The same wife who nearly ruined everything last night because she couldn’t stand seeing her husband talk to a business partner.”

A woman's voice, light and breathless, floated from the living room. “Ah-ah. A sound that snagged on my frayed nerves, pulling me forward. My breath caught in my chest, a sudden, icy fist. The living room, usually a tableau of muted wealth, was a disarray of silk cushions and discarded clothing. And there, on the plush velvet sofa, was my husband, Eddie. And a woman. Young. Her legs, long and pale, were wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back, a gasp tearing from her throat. My husband, Eddie Grayson, successful CEO, paragon of Veritas City's elite, my contract husband of three years, was impaling her.

The cold CEO and his scandalous wife. Elena sat alone in her room, scrolling through endless headlines. Every comment, every photo felt like another blade. Then her phone buzzed again—an unknown number. She hesitated, then answered. “Hello?” A woman’s voice whispered through static. “Poor Elena… caught in a game you don’t understand.” “Who is this?” “Someone who knows your husband far better than you ever will.” Her blood ran cold. “Vivienne Roth.” A soft laugh. “You’re learning.”

“Nice to meet you, Rose.” “Nice to meet you too, Ella. … I heard the CEO married a mysterious girl. No one even knows what she looks like. Kinda creepy-cute, right?” I smiled faintly. “Seriously?” She nodded like it was juicy gossip. “He doesn’t even look at women. I swear he’s emotionally frozen.” The phone on my desk rang, shrill and demanding. “Oh …” Rose muttered. “He’s started. Better buckle up.” I inhaled sharply and grabbed the receiver,

I said to her. “I mean I was married to him but nobody is talking about the aftermath of the marriage. So please, I need a minute to myself,” I said and she nodded. “One hour,” she said, walking away, “one hour and I'm coming in here myself,” she closed the door behind her and I held the tablet in my hands. I tapped on a video, “the famous new female CEO who claimed she didn't have a relationship with Jacob Crane is married to him. A marriage certificate between the rivalry CEO surfaces today. We are still hoping for comments from both parties,” I stopped the video.