The doctor said that psychological trauma had left me unable to speak. I believed him, and didn’t say a word for eight years of marriage. Then, on our anniversary, I made a whole table of dishes for Lu Chen, only for him to come home with his mistress in his arms. Right in front of me, he swept the food off the table, his face full of disgust. “Food made by a mute. Just looking at it makes me sick.” I lowered my head and instinctively started typing an apology, but a sudden pain shot through my skull. A clear voice rang out: “Why isn’t she crying or making a scene? If she knew how to act cute like Momo, I wouldn’t have needed to find a substitute!” I looked up in shock. Lu Chen’s lips were sealed shut. That voice… had it come from inside his head? Could I really hear his thoughts? And if he found out that the wife he’d thrown away like trash could hear every dark thought in his mind… would he lose his mind?
