My Mute Bride

Justin looked at the time. “It’s getting late. Let’s talk about this after I go back.”

That made Amber stop talking, albeit reluctantly. A moment of silence later, she said, “Sure. Rest early.”

Justin hung up, then Frankie handed him a cup of tea. “Sir.”

“What is this about the studio?” Justin asked.

“The head director, David, canceled Miss Hudson’s show without a reason. And he added a new show in the same slot.”

“A new show?”

“It’s about Eastern medicine. Chris is the host.”

Chris frowned. “She’s ambitious. It hasn’t been long since she came back, but she’s trying to get her hands on everything. Everyone can see through her by now.”

“Is she trying to do something here?”

“Yes. Remarrying me.”

It was a simple response, but Frankie’s jaw dropped. “Huh?”

Justin never joked, and he looked serious about it. “She hid her identity and worked in a Hudson Pharmaceuticals branch nearest to me. Then, she found an excuse to stay at my place and warmed up to Charlotte. Now, she’s attacking Amber. Obviously, she’s trying to get back together with me.”

Frankie smiled awkwardly. “Sir, you lost your memories, so I’m obliged to tell you this. Your divorce didn’t go well, to say the least. That’s why Master Arthur wanted everyone to hide it from you.”

“It has been years. It might have been horrible, but she wouldn’t come back if she didn’t care.” Justin sneered. “But she thinks too highly of herself. She thinks she can come and go as she pleases? She had a baby with someone else overseas, got dumped, and wants to come back to me? I’m not running

a charity here.”

not that kind of woman. I think there’s more to this. I’ve asked the guys

defend her. I only trust what I see.” That boy called her “Mommy”. There’s nothing else to say. She couldn’t have given birth to

thought Justin was too angry for him to

had one final chance at opening the safe box. There were four numbers in her hand, but she

her. “It can’t be four numbers. It must

you remember which one

to recall the search back

“Is it a date?”

“Probably. Looks similar.”

tried your

match.

a passcode. Either that, or it’s their wife’s birthday, their kid’s birthday or something like that. Charlotte’s

date all of a sudden. “I got it, Jolly.” She quickly typed the passcode in, and

quietly, albeit in disbelief. Not even she herself could

did you

voice snapped Rachel out of it,

what

conflicted, but eventually, she answered,

Jolly said, but

while the bottom layer had some estate certificates and a sealed leather bag. Rachel unsealed it and took the contents out,

went back, she told Jolly about it. “So you did

only proves that it isn’t in the box. Doesn’t mean it isn’t somewhere else in his

you going to keep staying

He’ll be back tomorrow.” Rachel leaned back against the sofa, her temples throbbing. All she could think of was the