My Mute Bride

Chapter 87 Don’t Cry, Rachel

Rachel’s face was starting to contort from the grip.

The pain was making her cry, but Justin showed no signs of stopping. In fact, he gripped her even tighter. “Understand?”

Rachel nodded with difficulty, and her tears streamed down her cheek, falling onto the back of Justin’s hand.

“Have you seen Jefferey before you were discharged? Did he give you a listening device and asked you to install it in my car?”

Rachel nodded. The moment she did so, Justin’s grip tightened even further, almost crushing her face, and it suffocated her.

“I protected your grandmother, and this is how you repay me?” If looks could kill, Rachel would have been dead by now.

Rachel shook her head fervently and struggled with all her might, trying to explain herself. By accident, she toppled the glass of water and medicine on the table, splashing the water everywhere.

The sight of those medicines drove Justin further into his fury. He was reminded of something, and he flung her onto the bed.

The back of her head crashed against the edge, and she started seeing stars, while her consciousness started to fade.

“You’ve been working with Jefferey ever since you married me. You’ve been getting information he needs and using us to control your family’s company. And you plan to back out the moment you finish the job.”

No. I didn’t.

“No? Then what’s this?” He picked up the meds and hurled it at her. “Then what’s this?!” he roared.

were, she froze. Wait. Those are the birth control pills I put in my bag.

you want to say

don’t know what you’re talking

want to admit it, right? You want to cut all ties with

and

with that!” He tore his clothes apart, flying into a rage,

Rachel cry, and

who can decide whether you get knocked up. Don’t even think of cutting off your ties with us. Not unless I get tired of you. You’re just an object, and don’t forget about that. This isn’t some place you can come and go as you

left her eventually. Even though Justin was still humiliating her, she was already

When he was done, Justin, now a rapist, stormed off and slammed the door shut, the impact causing the room to

still staring up into the ceiling, but she couldn’t even feel an inch of

next morning, when Julian realized Rachel wasn’t here

setting the table, but her

did she even manage to rile Justin

his mother’s reassurance, Julian was worried, and he didn’t feel like eating. After breakfast was done, he

it, so he spun the doorknob. It was unlocked, so he got in with no problem, but

and she was curled up like a ball on the bed. She noticed Julian, but she didn’t even show any reaction. Her eyes were empty, like

while

see her ankle, and it was bruised. Her shoulders were splattered with bruises too. When she saw Julian coming

but what he saw next stopped him. The bed was caked in blood; some were dried and black, while some were fresh. Obviously, she just bled out earlier. “Did Justin do this?” Julian couldn’t

the word ‘hospital’, Rachel turned back and