Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 915:

It was Jake seated on the sofa. Her expression shifted to one of guarded concern as she shook his shoulder. “Jake? What are you doing here?”

Jake remained silent, his face flushed. Noticing his reaction, Kallie sighed, suspecting he’d had too much to drink. She shook him again, more firmly. “Where’s your team? Why are you here alone? Should I call Lacey?” Jake still didn’t respond.

Seeing him like this stirred a deep worry in Kallie. She turned and took out her phone to make a call, missing the sight of him shifting on the sofa. Just as Kallie was about to dial, Jake’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. She gasped, startled. Then, Jake pulled her down onto the sofa.

“You…” Before she could finish, Jake’s hand covered her mouth, pinning her beneath him. Kallie struggled to break free, but his legs quickly pinned hers, rendering her immobile. Kallie tried to speak, but with Jake’s hand pressed firmly over her mouth, her words came out as little more than muffled whispers.

Her eyes widened as her heartbeat quickened. What was he doing? Why was he behaving like this?noveldrama

Jake’s head dropped to Kallie’s shoulder, his expression hidden from her view. Jake sighed softly, the faint scent of alcohol reaching Kallie. Only then did Kallie realize he’d been drinking.

Holding Kallie, Jake felt comforted, as if he were clinging to a dream that soothed him. But the deeper he sank into these feelings, the more they seemed to tear him apart.

And then, in the dim quiet, images of Kallie and Clayton together flashed through his mind, a memory that brought his heartbreak roaring back to life. Why? How could she have fallen for someone else? What drove her to want him dead? Did she truly hate him that much?

Jake could withstand a lot, but Kallie’s betrayal was something he couldn’t bear.

“Why?” Jake murmured against her ear, his voice thick with hurt. “Why did you do this to me?”

His voice was heavy with anguish, each word laced with pain, piercing Kallie’s heart. As he seemed in a daze, Kallie finally managed to move his hand from her lips. Her voice came out cold, yet tinged with resignation.

“Jake, you’re mistaken. I’m not Lacey. I’m Kallie.”

Jake’s earlier words confused Kallie. What was he accusing her of? She hadn’t betrayed him or done anything wrong to him. The one closest to him and most capable of hurting him was Lacey.

She hadn’t anticipated Jake to be so deeply shaken by Lacey, hurt by another woman in this way. The thought struck Kallie like a sharp pang of sadness.

She tried to push him away. “Let go, Jake. I’ll help you contact Lacey. And for the record, I want nothing more to do with either of you.”

But Jake seemed deaf to her words. Instead of letting go, his grip tightened, as if he were desperate to hold her close and keep her from slipping away.

In a desperate bid, Kallie bit down on his wrist, forcing him to release her with a pained grunt. Freed, she got up quickly, failing to notice the dangerous glint in his eyes.

She had only taken a few steps when Jake caught her arm again. This time, he gripped both her wrists with one hand, his fingers locking around them. His other hand tilted her chin up, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with something unreadable.

Kallie’s heart skipped a beat.

“Jake, have you completely lost your mind?”

In response to Kallie, Jake’s kiss was intense, almost consuming, as if he wanted to steal the very air from her lungs. It was relentless.

Kallie squirmed, but Jake’s hold was firm, leaving her no escape. She tried every trick she could think of, but Jake remained immovable.

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