Breaking The Silence: Leaving Her CEO Husband

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fury, jolting Arabella from her slumber. As her eyes sn

tage of my drunken state

s she met the icy, threatening g

king of alcohol. She had tried to assist him to his room, but in a blur, he had pushed her ont

nable to protest or explain, as Owen's

s unrestrained desires, and Arabella couldn'

strength to gesture, eager to offer an explanation,

ked body, forcing her to burrow into th

trocities. Now, here you are, attempting your twisted games once more. Every one of your family members is a crooked,

a's face, leaving her looking

pped. Following her harrowing escape, a tragic car accident left her in a veget

to Aria. Yet, it was his number that the ransom demands traced back to, and he was undeniably present at the ac

desperate to save Kristian and cement ties with the influenti

fates together. They spent that night intertwined, and by the next dawn, under the stern gaze of

ce from that day. It was a visage marred by revul

that same storm of emoti

ctim of Khloe's schemes as Owen, yet Owen had

convinced Arabella had schemed against him again, dismissed her fran

o a scornful sneer. "You may be mute, but your actions scream louder than words ever could. What's

was born with-her voice was cruelly stolen from her by a tragic accident years ago. Yet, in his e

g the urgency in the air-her father was gravely ill, and she pleaded for his medical paro

ra emanating from him as he seized her chin. His fingers, long and usually gr

an endless night! I want him to suffer in a cell for the rest of his mi

e felt her jaw threaten to give way under his force. Frantically, she si

e gentle soul who had tirelessly juggled multiple jobs to keep them afloat, never once succumbing to the eas

relessly behind the scenes, chasing eve

ebleeds and violent coughs that left bloodstains on his handkerchief. The sight of his suffering ignited her determination-she couldn't, wouldn't let des

ef in Kristian's innocence

aring you in the face, you choose to ignore

nest, but Owen, his patience fraying, pushed her roughly aside.

pleas, he tur

by urgency, clutch

stily as he glanced bac

y was Aria's transfusion day, and in exchange for his

ious. She relied on freq

d the same rare blood type, making Ar

ly. Her face paled from the intense pain, her expression mirrorin

grant your father medical parole?" Owen's voice rose, a mix of anger

a cage, silent and desperate. She flinched, her eyes wide, as O

reath, her heart poun

rop of venom. "You and your father are to blame for Aria's condition. If she suffers

terror within Arabella. His accusations were like daggers,

With every ounce of courage she could muster, she wrapped herself in the nearest sheet and escaped from the oppr

eating her like an unwanted shadow. It had been a grave mistake to com

g as she was Owen's wife, so long as she co

chair, the basement felt more li

m Arabella's bleak, lifeless space-a place she

e first-floor bathroom for a refreshing shower. It was there, amidst the steam and the

less, sneaking into Mr. Mur

rt belongs to Miss Jenkins. That mute has no

ousness will be the day that mute is

that her time with Owen wasn't truly hers-it was borrowed, slipping through her fingers like sand. The th

abella still clung to each second with Owen, tr

mplemented his tall, slender build, he exuded an air of quiet authority. The suit was accentuated by a white shirt and a black tie, whi

ne and angle of his chiseled features cutting a s

her gaze lingering a moment too long, perhaps enc

mix of the lingering warmth from her recent

white phone, his expression unreadable. With an impassive look, he

er, hesitated before accepting the phone. His earlier fury seemed a

at the screen. The message displayed sent a shock through