When I opened it, I could feel her arrogance jumped off the screen:
[Last night, Nathan left you to be with me. I won!]
[Want to know how much he adores me and despises you? Listen to this!]
Attached was an audio file.
Hesitantly, I clicked play.
Clair’s voice came through, teasing, “Aren’t you supposed to be at home, with your wife, Rose?”
Nathan chuckled lightly. “You invite me, remember? Besides, who wants to spend time with a mute? While, you, beautiful, are asking for trouble dressing like that.”
I couldn’t listen any longer. My finger pressed stop.
Mute. So, that’s all I was to him—a mute.
I let out a bitter laugh, the memories of his early promises flooding back. When everyone else mocked me for my silence, he stood by me, comforting me.
“You’re not mute; you’re just unwell. Don’t worry, you’ll get better. I won’t let anyone bully you.”
I used to feel so safe in his arms, but now? He was the one who had pushed me away. As I sat there, a new message appeared: [I’ve got everything ready. Your current identity is erased. This is your last chance to reconsider. Are you sure you want to leave Nathan?]
Without hesitation, I typed back one word. [Yes.]