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.

the meds were, she froze. Wait. Those are the birth control pills I put in my bag. She didn’t find it when Frankie gave her the bag back, so she thought they were

you want to

don’t know what

just don’t want to admit it, right? You want to cut all ties with us, right? Been

and she gaped at

to get away with that!” He tore his clothes apart,

made Rachel

hair, thrusting fiercely with every pull, as if he was releasing all his anger with each movement. “You’re not the one who can decide whether you get knocked up. Don’t even think of cutting off your ties with

Even though

and inhumane criminal activity that would go unpunished went on late into the night. When he was done, Justin, now a rapist, stormed

the ceiling, but

realized Rachel wasn’t here for breakfast, he asked Mrs.

table, but her expression

whole house was shaken last night. Honestly, how did she even

didn’t feel like eating. After breakfast was done, he

he spun the doorknob. It was

a ball on the bed. She

for a while

was bruised. Her shoulders were splattered with bruises too. When she saw Julian coming closer, Rachel suddenly curled up

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 believe what he was

word ‘hospital’, Rachel turned back and shook her