Chapter 822
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

âJake and I were childhood sweethearts, destined to marry after college.
However, fate was cruel.
Kallie, once a silent foster child in the Reeves family, managed to win Jakeâs grandfatherâs sympathy and took my place, forcing Jake to marry her.
During those days, Jake hated her, longing to escape.
Yet Kallie always painted me as the villain in her story.â
Laceyâs heart pounded as she processed the story, prompting her to question further.
âBut I hear Jake really cares about Kallie now.
Logically, shouldnât he resent such manipulation?â
Sarahâs face momentarily distorted into a strange expression.
âWho told you that story, Jake himself?â
Lacey dismissed it with a quick shake of her head.
âNo, just the rumours Iâve heard around.â
Sarah didnât dwell on that.
The complex web of their entanglements was no mystery, often feeding the gossip in their social circles.
Sarahâs gaze sparkled.
âThis must be the power of their strategies.
Iâm not sure about Jakeâs situation, but itâs clear Kallie has set her sights on Clayton.â
Lacey nodded and then deftly diverted the conversation to another topic.
After all, sheâd already gotten the information she needed.
Before parting ways, Sarah leaned closer to Lacey, her voice low, hinting that Kallie and Clayton should be kept apart at all costs.
ɢαlиÏvÑâÑ.cоm has the newest content Lacey nodded, though her mind was already weaving different plans.
Elsewhere, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Kallie climbed the gentle slope of the hill.
It had been a while since she had returned to the camp, and she had not yet paid homage at Roderickâs grave.
When Kallie arrived at Roderickâs grave, she noticed that the headstone was carefully tended, with fresh offerings placed in front of it.
She assumed it was probably Edgar who had placed them and thought nothing more of it.
Kallie set her bouquet down next to the others and whispered to the headstone:
âGood afternoon, Roderick.
How are things over there?
Iâm still clinging to the belief that Jake is out there.
If heâs gone, Iâm sure he would visit my dreams, as you do.
Youâve come to me in my dreams so many times since you left us.
But Jake hasnât visited once in my dreams, so I refuse to believe heâs gone.
Iâd bet you could convince him to show up in my dreams if heâd really said goodbye to the world.
So he must still be alive, right?â
A gentle breeze whispered, bringing echoes that made Kallieâs tears well up.
Kallie spoke, her voice cracking with emotion.
âRoderick, Jake, my heart aches for both of you.
Even though I am surrounded by loved ones, I am haunted by memories of our times together.â
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