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The Mute Wife's Silent Escape

The Mute Wife's Silent Escape

Author: Xie Huan
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1198    |    Released on: Today at 17:03

s office, and the cold hallway air hit Aurora like a

ed into Aurora's vision, and her eyes instantly blurred with tears. Aurora couldn't believe s

her throat, tight from years of traumatic mutis

s hands fumbled as she pulled it out, nea

screen. A two-million-dollar charge at Ca

her vision. Aurora remembered Seraphina's social media post from yesterday, a casual "like" on

a single rose after Leo was born. Aurora had convinced herself Julian was just frugal. But now Julian was throwing away two million dol

eep into her coat pocket. Aurora turned and walked toward the

saw a woman with a face completely drained of color. Aurora

nd into the biting late-autumn wind of New York City

t. Aurora showed the driver the school address already typed int

ght need to use with her son, Leo. The baking event at school would start soon, and Aurora wanted to be able to communicate with Leo withou

and Aurora's body lurched forward. The pen in Aurora's

's pocket. A surge of panic shot through Aurora, and she q

t Leo's apron for the baking event. A bitter taste filled Aurora's mouth as

rora paid the driver in cash and pushed the door open, walking towar

k-in table. The security guard, Frank, gave Aurora a polite smile a

Leo's name, but her fingers froze

e for "Mother," was a signature written in

ath caught i

king as she pointed at the name. Aurora's eyes were wi

scomfort. "Mr. Sterling already went inside, ma'am," Frank mum

d to close in around Aurora, but she couldn't block out the voices spilling from the open classroom door. A few mothers in designer suits glanced

Seraphi

Julian everywhere lately. Th

is with little Leo.

desperate to escape their stares. Their words

nt. It had a one-way glass window. Aurora's eyes moved past the ot

e strings of a small white apron. The gesture, so tender

mudge of flour from Julian's cheek. Julian didn't pull away. "She won't mind, will she?" Seraphina's voice drifted through the glass, sweet a

ghtened. "She k

eaning a little closer. "I just worry. She's so quie

g the air from Aurora's lungs. Aurora stumbled back,

affectionate kiss on the cheek. Then Leo looked at Seraphina, his small voice carrying through the gl

her. Leo was just a child who didn't understand. B

name flashed on the screen. With a trembling hand

cold and clipped. "Aurora, don't sho

ate sound escape

y from the classroom, away from the schoo

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The Mute Wife's Silent Escape
The Mute Wife's Silent Escape
“Aurora stood in the freezing New York wind, clutching a late-stage liver cancer diagnosis in her trembling hands. She had rushed to her son's school seeking comfort, only to find her husband, Julian, and his adopted sister, Seraphina, playing the roles of the perfect parents. Seraphina had even signed the school register as the "Mother." When Aurora appeared, Julian looked at her with cold disgust. "Don't show up today, Aurora. It will just embarrass Leo." Her own son, the boy she had carried for nine months, shoved her hard against a table. "All my friends have normal moms! You're a mute! I hate you! I wish Dad would marry Aunt Seraphina!" Instead of stopping him, Julian coldly told her to face reality, while the family patriarch called to threaten her with immediate replacement if she dared to be jealous. Six years of silent devotion and swallowing her trauma for this family meant absolutely nothing. In their eyes, she was just a defective stain on their perfect, wealthy lives, easily discarded and already replaced. She didn't shed another tear. She took off her diamond wedding ring, cut off the long hair Julian loved, and left the luxury penthouse with nothing but her old sketchbooks. When Julian arrogantly transferred four million dollars to buy her submission, she ignored it, picked up her drawing pencil, and prepared to spend her final days living entirely for herself.”