Chapter 846
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

âI canât believe it.â
Lacey simply said, âI know. Itâs hard to believe. But you should move on. Maybe she doesnât feel the same way about you anymore. Sometimes people grow apart. Thatâs life.â
Jakeâs eyes turned red, and his gaze filled with determination.
âShe wouldnât love someone else.
Anyone in the world could betray me, but not her.
Never her.â
Lacey was shocked.
She wanted to ask Jake if he was blinded by love.
Despite all this, she still trusted Kallie.
âDo you really love her that much?â she asked him, trying to understand.
âYes,â Jake replied, nodding.
âI love her, and thatâs why I trust her.
I wonât believe it until she tells me herself that she doesnât love me anymore.â
Laceyâs face went white.
Without warning, Jake turned around.
Their gazes met.
Jake saw a glint of something unwavering in Laceyâs eyes, and his brow furrowed in confusion.
Lacey averted her gaze immediately.
âIâm just surprised at how strongly you feel it,â she said, her voice carefully neutral.
âBut as for finding her, I canât help you.
Do what you think is best.
ð¤ðªðµð·ð¸ð¿ð®ðµð¼.ð¬ð¸ð¶ â more stories here Just donât cause trouble for Jeanette and me.â
Jakeâs frown deepened.
He hoped he was reading too much into Laceyâs complicated look from moments before.
From the moment theyâd met, Jake had thought of Lacey as someone who kept her emotions in check.
Now his main focus was to find a way to see Kallie face to face.
He needed to find a way to gauge her true feelings for Clayton.
Jake didnât think Kallie was fickle in her affections, but Claytonâs persistent pursuit of her filled him with trepidation.
It wasnât long before Jake found an opportunity.
Kallie had founded a charity dedicated to helping children in need, and he made sure to attend her monthly events.
Reporters often asked Kallie about her personal life, hoping for a juicy scoop.
Jake decided to find a way to blend in with the crowd and reach out to Kallie.
With renewed determination, he returned to begin making his plans.
Once Jake was out of sight, Lacey stepped out, Jeanetteâs hand firmly entwined in his.
Jeanette looked up at Lacey, her brow furrowed in worry.
âLacey, what if Jake finds out we were behind this, wonât he be mad? Heâll hate us, wonât he?â she asked, her voice small.
Lacey let out a tired sigh.
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