Begged All You Want, But You Will Never Have Me Back

For five years, I lived in a soundless void, trapped in a world of muffled vibrations and unreadable lips. But today, I could finally hear again.

I clutched the keys to the brand–new car I had bought for my husband Nathan for our fifth anniversary, and the paper confirming my restored hearing crinkled in my pocket as I hurried toward the hallway of Silverfang Corporation.”

This was supposed to be a perfect night. But the moment I stepped into his office, my world shattered.

“Oh, look, Nathan. There’s your precious wife.” His friend Gerald’s voice was clear as day, dripping with amusement. I froze just inside the doorway.

Nathan laughed in disdain. “Precious? Useless. That’s what she is to me.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, the words slicing through me. No. No, I must have misheard. Nathan couldn’t have said that. But then he turned, walking toward me, his expression warm as he began to sign.

“Hey, sweetie, you’re here.” His hands moved smoothly, effortlessly. He even pulled me into a hug, pressing a kiss to my forehead. But his next words–spoken, not signed–made my blood run cold.