Obsessed with His Unwanted Mute Bride

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stalline perfection and underlying sharpness. She glided toward them in a cloud of expensi

ing Diro into an embrace that lasted just long enou

r as winter storms-slid to Beverly, and

ce curdled like spoiled milk.

in her core and radiated outward like shock waves. Her face had gone deathly pale, her eyes

wails that pierced the air. Riko's infant, sensing the terror and distre

up wounded prey. "Shaking like a leaf. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Do you know what today is, you useless c

, more distressed, feeding o

cry with all that trembling. Look what you've done-you're scaring an innocent chi

acant eyes and that perpetual victim expression. This is my big day, and I will NOT have you ruining it with your pathetic display. Don't embarrass me today. Don't

moved away, but the damage was done; she had been branded as a disruptive presence from the moment she walked in. Around them, the party continued crystal glasses t

ver

ide her chair with the predatory smile that ran in the family. She was be

as honey over broken glass. "You look... Well, you

er hands clasped tightly in h

l concern, "when are you going to give my brother a child? I mean, you've been married for three

er mind catapulted backward, dragging her in

ees. The pregnancy test in her trembling hands, two pink

e with the news. She'd thought God, she'd been so stupid s

ing frantically as Irene's face twisted with

nowhere, splitting her lip

ous. "We don't need another defective child ruining our bloodline. You

the tiny life growing inside her. But Irene had

f birth control into Beverly's hands. "And if you ever get pregnant again, I

ments. Beverly had sobbed silently as they took away her baby Diro's baby

to the present. "I asked you a question

gn language, trying to explain that s

oug

blade. She appeared beside them, her fac

on, Riko. I will not have t

protested, "I was

ain any discussion about mute children. I don't want another cursed child in this family. This one" she gestured at Beve

r chest and settling in her stomach like poison. Around them, the party guests h

ice carrying across the room like a death sentence. "One mute is a tragedy. Two woul

that threatened to escape. The memory of her lost baby, the chi

ared at Beverly, some with pity, others with curiosity,

fied with the devas

ess, "let's get back to celebrating, s

ock and pain. The memory of her lost child felt like an open

sea of her own devastation, the echo of her aborted baby's