Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1487:

With that, Kallie walked away.

As Caitlin watched Kallie walk away, she couldn’t shake the feeling of loss. It felt like she had made a mistake, but deep down, she knew she had no other choice.

Beth stood beside Caitlin, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. “See? I told you. You’re nothing more than a burden to Kallie. The sight of you repulsed her, yet you shamelessly clung to her before. Despite her kind words, she was actually eager for you to leave. Just spare yourself from further embarrassment and don’t pester her anymore.”

Caitlin fixed Beth with a cold stare. “How is this any of your business?”

Beth slapped Caitlin hard across her face, as if intent on crushing her spirit.

Caitlin turned her face away, the sharp sting blooming across her cheek as tears welled up in her eyes.

Beth sneered, “Still dared to talk back, huh? Now that you’ve lost your last ally, what makes you think you can still be arrogant in front of me?”

After tossing out her words, Beth strutted off as if she owned the place. She wasn’t sticking around—she had already achieved what she came for.noveldrama

Caitlin, whom Beth despised and Kallie didn’t even bother with, stood there alone.

At parties like this, it was always the same—people climbed over whoever they could to get ahead.

Beth knew well that if she left Caitlin here, others would jump at the chance to tear her down. She didn’t even need to get her hands dirty.

And sure enough, Beth was dead right.

Beth had barely walked out of sight when a barrage of cold, nasty looks was thrown Caitlin’s way.

Caitlin felt like she was drowning in a sea of hatred. It made her stomach turn, but she couldn’t just leave. As long as Beth stayed at the party, Caitlin was stuck there too. There was no way out.

Luckily, just when things were getting unbearable, Trent showed up.

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“Miss Cooper,” Trent called out, seeing Caitlin standing there all messy and teary-eyed. He looked like he wanted to say a lot, but in the end, he just let out a long, tired sigh. “Please, come with me.”

Caitlin bit down hard on her lip, hesitating before finally looking up at Trent. “Trent… does Ka—Miss Nixon—dislike me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Trent looked at her for a second and then said, “No, she doesn’t. There’s no bad blood between you two.”

Caitlin wanted to ask more, to push for answers, but she swallowed her words. She just stared at the lively party around her, feeling a strange mix of jealousy and sadness twist in her gut.

Trent led Caitlin to a quiet corner. He was about to walk away when Caitlin blurted out, “Is that kid really that sweet and perfect that Miss Nixon likes her so much?”

Trent paused and turned back. His eyes were complicated, as though he was weighing every word he might say. “You’re not really asking about the kid, are you?”

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