Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1060:

Lacey stood frozen, her face the picture of disbelief. Her eyes stretched wide, as though struck by a revelation she couldn’t fully grasp, her mind scrambling to make sense of the words that still echoed in her head.

Elma’s voice blurred into the background, drowned by the ringing in Lacey’s ears. So, Jake had been with Kallie last night. Not only were they together, but they had shared the same bed. What else had happened between them?

Staggered by the realization, Lacey’s grip faltered, and the medicine bowl slipped from her hands, crashing to the floor, shattering the moment and pulling everyone’s gaze.

Jake only offered a slight, unreadable frown, his silence speaking volumes.

Sophie’s face, however, twisted into an expression full of mystery.

“Is something wrong, Lacey?” Sophie’s voice was sweet, her smile soft, but her eyes were as cold as ice.noveldrama

“Can’t even hold an empty bowl? Feeling under the weather?”

Elma added her own jab, her tone rising with exaggerated playfulness.

“Lacey, you don’t look so good. Are you sick?”

A swell of mixed emotions rose in Lacey—grievance, sadness, but above all, a seething anger. She knew exactly what they were doing, trying to get a rise out of her. But with Jake in the room, she couldn’t say a word. She forced down the bitterness that burned in her chest, looking at Jake with a flash of hurt in her eyes.

“Mr. Reeves, is that true?”

Jake’s lips pressed into a thin line, irritation flickering in his gaze.

“Whether it’s true or not, it’s none of your business.”

The words stung like a slap. Lacey’s head dropped, her eyes burning with the tears she refused to let fall. It was indeed none of her business. But how could she accept that? She had been there for Jake during his darkest moments, standing by him when no one else would, and yet he never saw her. Now, the woman who had once hurt him—who had left him—was back with memory loss, and Jake, so easily, was forgiving her and moving on. No. For Jake’s sake, Lacey couldn’t just sit back and watch them fix things. If she had to be the villain in this story, so be it.

Lacey’s head sank lower, her eyes flashing with venom that went unnoticed by the others.

Meanwhile, Kallie, still lying in bed, pretended at first to be unaware of the tension outside her room. But as the conversation continued, it inevitably drew her in. With a resigned sigh, she realized there was no avoiding it. She could hear Lacey’s voice—the woman must have been standing at the door.

After a brief pause, Kallie decided to get up, her movements graceful despite her disheveled appearance. She smoothed her tousled hair and, with a practiced smile, walked toward the door.

“Good morning,” she greeted, her voice calm but her smile strained.

As soon as Kallie’s gaze met Jake’s, the memories of the previous night rushed back, and an awkward flush crept onto her cheeks.

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