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I am mute. My husband is very indifferent to me, treating me only as a tool to satisfy his sexual desires.
Moreover, every time we make love, he pinches my chin and asks, "Why don't you speak?"
Tears glisten in my eyes; I can't answer that question.
Being mute, I am destined not to moan like other women, to satisfy a man's pleasure in bed.
Why does Alexander ask this question when he knows I am mute?
Is he intentionally humiliating me?
Or is it due to some complex emotions?
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In the evening, Quinn Mellon prepared a table full of delicious dishes, waiting for her husband to come home for dinner.
However, until one in the morning, her husband still hadn't returned.
The clock on the wall kept ticking, silently narrating the long night.
The food on the table had long gone cold, much like Quinn's heart.
With a soft sigh, Quinn gathered the cold dishes and stored them in the kitchen, patiently reheating them, trying to retain a hint of home's warmth.
At that moment, the sound of the door opening echoed, and Quinn quickly turned around.
There stood a man in a suit, tall and handsome, walking in.
He had been drinking, stumbling a bit as he walked, but it was this slight intoxication that made his already handsome face even more charming.
This handsome, slightly drunk man was none other than Quinn's husband, Alexander Kennedy!
Seeing her husband return, Quinn quickly got up to greet him.
Quinn had also prepared a bowl of sobering soup for Alexander, but as she handed it to him, he accidentally knocked it over, spilling it on the floor.
Before Quinn could react, Alexander was by her side, grabbing her chin and then forcefully kissing her.
Subsequently, Alexander lifted Quinn up and headed towards the bedroom.
Clearly, Alexander was driven by lust; he sought someone to satisfy his desires.
Quinn was thrown onto the bed by Alexander.
Just as Quinn tried to get up, Alexander's body pressed down on her, pinning her firmly to the bed.
Alexander's strength was overwhelming, and Quinn couldn't resist.
Not only was her body unable to resist, but she couldn't even utter a word of refusal.
After all, she was mute, unable to speak.
Quinn had no choice but to give up resistance.
Alexander passionately kissed Quinn's neck and chest.
Seeing Quinn's lack of resistance or words, Alexander placed his hand on Quinn's cheek and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you speak?"
Tears glistened in Quinn's eyes; she couldn't answer that question.
Being mute, she was destined not to moan like other women, to satisfy a man's pleasure in bed.
Why did Alexander ask this question when he knew she was mute?
Was he intentionally humiliating her?
Or was it due to some complex emotions?
Quinn didn't know what Alexander was thinking. All she could do was comply, fulfilling her husband's sexual needs.
Quinn began to kiss Alexander and used her slender fingers to caress his body...
Alexander soon felt the arousal,He is ready to vent his desires...
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Sex was wonderful; even with a heart full of grievances, Quinn could still find pleasure in it.
Alexander had a great physique, and he and Quinn made love for a full hour.
Both immersed in the ecstasy of sex, they both reached climax...
When Quinn opened her eyes again, it was already the next morning.
Alexander was in the bathroom, leaving Quinn alone in bed.
After the passion faded, emptiness set in.
Quinn was in pain; she couldn't feel any love from Alexander, only his lust.
What did Alexander see her as?
A wife?
Or a whore?
As Quinn was about to get dressed, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.
It was Alexander's phone!
Someone had sent a message to Alexander.
Quinn glanced at it.
It was a message from a woman named Getty Morgan to Alexander.
Getty's message read: "[You promised to be with me tonight, why did you go back to that disgusting mute?]"
Seeing the message, Quinn felt deeply distressed.
So, Alexander had come back so late last night because he was with another woman...
Just then, the bathroom door slowly opened, and Alexander stepped out after his shower.
Quinn quickly averted her gaze from the phone screen, pretending she hadn't seen anything, and continued dressing.
Alexander walked to the bed, picked up his phone, and glanced at Quinn, who was getting dressed.
"Did you see the message someone sent me?" Alexander asked casually.
Quinn quickly shook her head.
She remembered what Alexander had told her on their wedding day: "Don't fall in love with me. I'll take care of you, but don't expect more."
Alexander had made it clear—no love.
So, even if she saw the message, what could she do?
Alexander never cared about her feelings, let alone whether she would be jealous, sad, or in pain.
Someone who isn't cared for has no right to be angry.
Her love, her emotions, to Alexander, perhaps they were just burdens...
Quinn gestured in sign language: "I'll go prepare breakfast."
With that, Quinn endured the soreness in her body, slowly got up, and headed to the kitchen.
Watching Quinn's frail figure, Alexander glanced at the phone and eventually deleted Getty's message.
Soon, Quinn had breakfast ready.
They sat together at the table in silence.
"Come with me to Kennedy Residence later." Alexander suddenly spoke.
Quinn smiled and nodded.
Alexander looked at Quinn.
Quinn was always so obedient, always smiling no matter what. But her compliance seemed to erase her personality.
A person without a personality is truly uninteresting...
After breakfast, Alexander drove Quinn to Kennedy Residence.
Quinn was brought to Alexander by his grandfather, Ulysses Kennedy, who adored Quinn.
Three years ago, Ulysses was critically ill and ordered Alexander to marry Quinn.
However, at that time, Alexander was in love with another woman.
That woman was Getty, the one who had just messaged Alexander.
Getty and Alexander had grown up together, childhood sweethearts.
Although Alexander liked Getty, he dared not defy his grandfather's command and ultimately married Quinn.
Quinn loved Alexander, even though she couldn't express that love.
But Alexander didn't love Quinn.
A one-sided love in marriage is destined to be a tragedy.
Quinn deeply felt this deeply after marriage.
Alexander's heart wasn't with her; it was with that woman named Getty...
Alexander brought Quinn to Kennedy Residence.
It was a lively day at Alexander's home because his sister, Freya, had given birth to a son, and they were celebrating with a feast.
Quinn followed Alexander into the hall.
In the hall, Alexander's mother, Kaitlyn, was holding her grandson, smiling. But as soon as she saw Quinn, her expression darkened.
Clearly, Kaitlyn didn't like Quinn.
Quinn greeted Kaitlyn, who seemed to ignore her, engrossed in conversation with her son Alexander and daughter Freya.
Being ignored, Quinn didn't get angry; she just stood quietly on the side.
Freya glanced at Quinn and said, "Look how cute the baby is. Why don't you and my brother have a child?"
Kaitlyn snorted, "Having one mute in the family is embarrassing enough. If you have another mute, I won't be able to show my face!"
Upon hearing this, Alexander glanced at Quinn, who lowered her head, looking mournful.
Freya's mention of having a child was clearly a jab.
Last year, Quinn was pregnant, but Kaitlyn forced her to have an abortion for fear she would give birth to another mute child!
When Alexander found out, he didn't step in to defend Quinn.
Under Alexander's pressure, Quinn had no choice but to terminate the pregnancy.
Quinn often wondered what life would be like if that child had been born; by now, the child would have been almost a year old...
Apart from Ulysses, no one liked Quinn, especially Freya, who harbored a deep hatred towards her.
Quinn entered Alexander's life at the age of five, and Freya, resentful of Quinn's favored status with their grandfather, bullied Quinn for her inability to speak. She would lock Quinn in storage rooms and even burn her hair with a lighter.
Once, Freya pushed Quinn down the stairs, and Alexander caught her in the act.
Alexander reprimanded Freya.
Already resentful of their grandfather's favoritism towards Quinn, Freya now found herself scolded by her beloved older brother for mistreating Quinn. How could she not hate her?
At that time, Quinn couldn't sign or write, let alone report the abuse, so Freya's torment only escalated, with any hint of displeasure from Freya resulting in Quinn bearing the brunt of her anger.
As they grew older, Freya no longer physically bullied Quinn; instead, she tormented her emotionally and mentally.
Freya would deliberately bring up pregnancy to remind Quinn of the terminated child, seeking to inflict pain upon her.
She was a malicious woman!
Alexander, feeling uneasy, stood up and said, "Let's go!"
Confused, Freya asked, "Brother, why are you in such a hurry to leave? At least finish your meal before going!"
"No, there's work at the office," Alexander said, pulling Quinn away without looking back at Freya.
Watching this scene, Freya grew even angrier, unable to understand her brother's actions.
Alexander's affection should have been for Getty, not Quinn. So why was he protecting Quinn?
Back in the car, Alexander lit a cigarette, showing signs of irritation.
Quinn sat quietly, waiting for him to finish smoking.
After he finished, Alexander turned to Quinn.
She remained meek, with a faint smile on her lips, like a servant awaiting orders from a master.
Seeing Quinn's lack of anger and her submissive demeanor, Alexander felt deeply uncomfortable.
He didn't like people without a backbone.
When someone is bullied or provoked, they should get angry!
Yet, Alexander also felt a pang of pity for Quinn. After a moment of thought, he asked her, "What do you think about having a child?"
Quinn was momentarily surprised, then signed back: Your mother is right. What if I give birth to a mute child? It's better if we don't have one.
From childhood to adulthood, Quinn had learned a harsh truth: everything she hoped for would eventually shatter like glass.
The more beautiful the fantasy, the more painful its shattering!
Like the time she wanted a birthday cake as a child, Ulysses bought her one. She was about to make a wish when Freya pushed her face into the cake.
She lifted her head in embarrassment, cake smeared all over her face, surrounded by laughter from onlookers who found it amusing.
Quinn forced a smile, but inside, she was hurting.
Having endured so much pain, Quinn no longer dared to hope for anything.
Suddenly, Alexander remembered something and said, "I remember not using protection last night. Maybe we could have conceived a child."
Quinn signed back: I'm on birth control.
Alexander looked at her fingers as she signed. Her fingers, slender and long from constant movement, danced gracefully as she signed, a sight to behold.
After watching her for a moment, Alexander looked away, started the car, and insincerely said, "That's good then!"
Quinn lowered her head.
Alexander dropped Quinn off at the coffee shop where she worked. As the car pulled up, he noticed Getty standing there.
Getty always found a way to locate Alexander.
Tall and stunningly beautiful, with long legs and curly hair cascading down her back, Getty commanded attention wherever she stood.
As she watched Alexander and Quinn step out of the car, her anger peaked, flames flickering in her eyes.
Getty's demeanor suggested she was the wife, and Quinn the mistress, but in reality, Quinn was Alexander's true wife!
Seeing Getty, Alexander furrowed his brow slightly and asked, "Why are you here?"
Glancing at Quinn beside him, Getty noticed faint marks on her neck, fueling her anger.
Getty suppressed his anger and smiled at Alexander, saying, "I came here because I wanted to see you."
Alexander turned to Quinn, "Go inside and start work."
Quinn nodded and headed towards the coffee shop.
This was where she worked; after many rejections, this place was the only one willing to take her in.
Once Quinn was out of earshot, Getty took Alexander's arm, a hint of coquettishness in her tone, "Are you still angry?"
Alexander didn't push Getty away, simply saying, "Let's talk in the car."
Before getting in, Getty took out disinfectant from her bag and sprayed the seat where Quinn had sat several times. She then looked up and said with a smile, "Dirty things have been sitting here. It's not clean. Let's disinfect it!"
Alexander watched her intently, saying nothing, silently allowing her actions.
From inside the coffee shop, Quinn watched it all through the glass.
She saw Alexander's indulgence towards Getty and his affection for her.
Those favored by others often felt invincible. Alexander loved Getty, so no matter how unreasonable or absurd her actions, they seemed justified in his eyes.
Even when she humiliated his wife in front of him.
After disinfecting the seat, Getty finally got into the car.
She adjusted her curly hair and held Alexander's hand, "Alright, why the long face? I won't mention divorce again in the future!"
Alexander spoiled her, but every time Getty brought up divorce between him and the mute woman, Alexander would immediately get upset.
Although Alexander always claimed he didn't love the mute woman and only felt a sense of responsibility towards Quinn, Getty would still get angry.
Getty's jealousy was intense; she wanted exclusive favoritism and couldn't bear the thought of another woman sharing Alexander's love, even if that woman was mute!
Furthermore, Getty always felt Alexander was lying. A woman's intuition told her that Alexander might actually love the mute woman, but was just bad at expressing it.
Thinking about this made Getty even angrier and increased her hatred towards Quinn.
Alexander lit a cigarette, leaned back in his seat, took two deep drags, and smoke filled the car.
"Getty, I promised you that as long as you're with me, you'll never have to worry about anything. Even if we never marry, I'll take care of you for life. I keep my promises," he said.
Turning to Getty, he continued, "This is my promise to you, just like the one I made to my grandfather."
Before his grandfather passed away, he made Alexander swear to take care of Quinn for life, even if he didn't love her.
Alexander made that promise!
In his life, Alexander had only made promises to two people: his grandfather and Getty.
Promises! Damn promises. Every time Getty heard those words, she became furious!
"Yes, I know you keep your word," Getty suppressed her anger and muttered, "But it was me who was with you first!"
After finishing his cigarette, Alexander flicked the butt out of the car, then held Getty's hand, a hint of indulgence in his tone, "I'm sorry. Just tell me what you want."
Tilting her head, Getty thought for a moment, "I don't feel like driving my Ferrari anymore. I want a Maserati instead!"
Alexander smiled faintly, "Done."
Getty added, "Also, don't go back to see that mute woman Quinn for a month."
Alexander hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, "Alright."
Satisfied, Getty smiled, "Let's go, time to go to work!"
Quinn watched as Alexander and Getty drove off, feeling immense pain in her heart.
The cloth in her hand was crumpled from her grip.
She smoothed out the cloth on the table, as if soothing her own heart, twisted into a knot.
At that moment, a voice spoke, "Your husband is so intimate with other women. Aren't you angry?"
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