Blurb：
In a world where love and ambition collide, Sophia, the brilliant R&D backbone of a thriving company, faces her husband Ethan’s ultimate betrayal. At a party meant for celebration, Ethan’s best friend reveals a shocking truth: his secretary Isabella is pregnant with his child. Ethan, cold and calculating, declares he will give Isabella everything except marriage, insisting she must never appear in Sophia’s presence. Unbeknownst to him, Sophia’s hearing has been restored—a secret she planned to share as a surprise. Now, she hears every cruel word, including Ethan’s vow to keep her “under his thumb” by hiding the affair. As Isabella boldly confronts Sophia, offering a toast to accept the role of mistress, Sophia’s heart shatters. But behind her silent tears lies a rising storm. Will Sophia expose Ethan’s deception and reclaim her power, or will she play along to protect the company she built? Dive into a tale of love, lies, and revenge, where one woman’s silence becomes her greatest weapon.
Content：
At the party, my husband’s best buddy loudly asked him,
Your little secretary is pregnant with your child. What are you going to do about it?
Ethan placed a peeled shrimp on my plate and whispered softly,
I’ll give her everything except marriage. But she and the baby are never to appear in Sophia’s presense.
” Sophia is the backbone of the company’s entire R&D department. If she finds out I betrayed her, she’ll leave me for sure.”
“Both me and the company can’t afford to lose Sophia.”
After that, he signed that he’d always love me.
But he didn’t notice my red-rimmed eyes.
He had no idea I came today to surprise him, to tell him my hearing was finally restored.
But I never expected he’d give me a surprise , too.
I lost my hearing for him. I abandoned my dreams for him.
And in return, I got betrayal.
But hey, he knew me well.
If I found out he cheated, I would absolutely leave him.
“Sophia, what’s wrong?”
At Ethan’s panicked voice, the whole private room fell dead silent.
Everyone stared at me in horror.
When I spat out a bloody shrimp with tears streaming down, Ethan and the others all sighed in relief.
“Thank God Sophia’s still deaf, or we’d be in deep shit.”
“Hope she stays deaf forever, so Ethan can keep her under his thumb.”
“Even if she could hear, so what? She’s just a doormat. Ethan just needs to give her a little treat, and she’ll fall in line.”
The room full of people insulted and cursed me.
But my husband, the man I loved deeply, just pretended to check the cut in my mouth with concern.
No argument, not even a frown.
After confirming I was okay, Ethan relaxed and signed to me,
“I’ll take you to the hospital now. Don’t eat so fast next time. If you like shrimp, I’ll peel them for you every day.”
If this were back when I couldn’t hear, Ethan’s act would’ve had me sobbing with gratitude.
But now, I just felt heartache, too stunned to speak.
Ethan started to gather our things to leave, but his buddies stopped him.
“Ethan, hang tight. We’ve got a special show for you tonight.”
“Nothing’s more important than taking Sophia to the doctor. You guys have fun.”
“Don’t leave, man! You’re the guest of honor today.”
Ethan ignored them, helped me into my coat, grabbed my purse, and led me out.
I felt like a puppet, letting him maneuver me.
But when he opened the door, Ethan froze.
Isabella stood there in a red dress, blocking our path.
Seeing her all dolled up, Ethan’s face darkened. He shielded me and snapped,
“I warned you never to a[[ear in front of Sophia! What the hell are you doing?!”
Isabella glanced at me, then lowered her eyes submissively.
“I thought it was time I met her properly.”
“Now that I’m pregnant, I don’t want any status. I just want to offer Sophia a toast. Consider it just asking for the role of mistress. Surely that’s fine, right?”
The room went quiet, everyone watching like it was prime-time drama.
Ethan finally realized this was the “show” they meant.
Isabella was putting on a performance of wife-mistress harmony in front of his friends.
“Sophia hasn’t touched alcohol in three years. She won’t drink with you.”
Ethan instinctively tried to refuse.
Back when we were pushing for the company’s IPO, I worked day and night, my schedule was chaotic, and I ate irregularly. Within a few years, I was hospitalized multiple times for liver and stomach issues.
The doctor strictly forbade me from drinking any alcohol.
For years, Ethan always shut down anyone who tried to offer me a drink.
But this time, he hesitated.
He turned to me and signed,
“Sophia, Isabella’s my assistant. She admires how you saved me back then. She wants to toast you. Have one drink with her, okay?”
Ethan’s words felt like dull knives stabbing my heart.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
This whole show seemed set up for Ethan, but really, it was for me.
Ethan was the lead, Isabella the supporting role.
And I was the clown.
I looked Ethan in the eye, clinging to a sliver of hope, and forced out the words,
“Do you want me to drink it?”
Ethan paused, then nodded.
I laughed.
Turns out, when you’re hurt bad enough, you really do laugh.
He knew this was humiliating for me.
He knew my body couldn’t handle alcohol.
He knew only he could trick me into drinking it.
But he agreed anyway.
Six years ago, I gave up my dreams to help him start his business.
Three years ago, in that car crash, I lost my hearing saving him.
And only today did I discover…
What the hell had I fallen in love with?
Under everyone’s gaze, I took the glass Isabella handed me with both hands.
Ethan.
This is Isabella’s toast to you, and my farewell drink to you.
After this, there’s no love left between us.
Amid the crowd’s cheers, I downed the entire glass.
All these buddies tied to Ethan’s company showered him with praise.
“I’ll take you to the hospital.”
Flushed with pride from the compliments, Ethan finally remembered I was injured.
But his usual concern now made me sick.
I shook off his hand and said flatly,
“Stay and enjoy the party. I’ll go to the hospital alone. Don’t let me ruin your fun.”
Ignoring his stunned look, I walked out alone.
Isabella pulled Ethan back to his seat. Amid the rowdy cheers, they embraced and drank together.
Outside the hotel, tears blurred my vision.
Six years ago, Ethan came to consult my professor on a tech issue. The professor had to leave unexpectedly and pushed me out. I was helping my mentor’s wife cook.
We hit it off, and the professor’s wife invited Ethan to stay for dinner.
We discussed the problem over food.
Ethan cleaned his plate of everything I made.
From that day, he used “loving my cooking” as an excuse to pursue me hard.
Naive and inexperienced, I fell fast for his charm.
That year, I turned down a study opportunity my professor recommended, for him.
He kept his promise and married me.
We were happy together.
Until three years ago, on a business trip, we got into a car crash.
In the crisis, I shielded him. He had minor injuries, but I spent three days in the ICU and lost my hearing until now.
Until today, I thought my sacrifice was worth it.
I believed Ethan and I were the perfect modern love story.
I gave up everything for him, and he stood by me. We’d support each other for life.
But now, I don’t know.
When he pursued me, when he agreed to marry me…
Was it from the heart, or was it calculated?
But it doesn’t matter anymore.
I’m done with him.
I called my professor.
“Professor, my hearing’s back. I want to join Project Orion.”
“Fantastic! But are you sure? Once you join, it’s at least five years with no family contact. Can you bear leaving Ethan?”
I didn’t hesitate.
“Professor, I’m getting a divorce.”
After a pause, he said,
“Okay. In seven days, I’ll send someone to pick you up.”
I glanced back at the lit-up hotel and begged,
“Professor, can it be sooner?!”
“Alright. Tomorrow night, 8 PM. My guy will be there on time.”
“You’ve wasted your talent too long. Time to get back in the game. Your skills belong to the stars, not the kitchen.”
Back home, I took some pills. Between the alcohol and meds, I passed out quickly.
Half-asleep, I heard Ethan walk in on the phone.
“Isabella, I loved your gift today.”
“Glad you liked it. At least your friends like me now. Even as the mistress, I’m happy.”
Isabella’s sweet talk blared loud.
Ethan didn’t worry his “deaf” wife would hear.
Hearing their flirting, I felt nauseous like never before. I sat up and dry-heaved.
Ethan rushed over, concerned.
But the sleazy chat and Isabella’s perfume on him made me even sicker.
I shoved him away and ran to the bathroom.
I knelt by the toilet, gagging but nothing came up.
When I felt slightly better and tried to stand, Ethan touched my shoulder to comfort me.
But his touch gave me goosebumps, and I vomited instantly.
Now even my body rejected him.
I wanted to push him away, but Ethan, who was always fastidious about cleanliness, ignored it all and held me tightly, signing frantically.
“It’s all my fault for making you drink.”
“I’m sorry baby, I’ll take you to the hospital.”
His hands moved like blurry speed, as if explaining everything.
Flirting with another woman one second, offering me a deep apology the next.
Ethan, which part of you is real?
I pushed him hard and stepped back.
“I feel better now. I just need sleep.”
Lying came so easy now.
I never used to lie to Ethan, but now, the words flowed without guilt.
Ethan looked me in the eye, signing an apology.
“I’m so sorry. I’ve been swamped, no time for you. I neglected your feelings. It’s all my fault.”
He hugged me tight, like he wanted to crush me into his chest, as if only this could make me feel his love.
But I saw the hidden love bite under his collar.
Ethan helped me up, but I shook him off and went to the bedroom alone.
Ethan was stunned.
In all our marriage, I never gave him the cold shoulder or rejected his touch.
By the time he reacted, I was in bed.
“Sophia, you’re mad at me, right? For making you drink, for not spending time with you? I’m sorry. Don’t be angry, okay?”
Seeing this city’s famously domineering CEO act all meek broke my heart. I closed my eyes.
When I ignored him, he didn’t push it, he just sighed in relief.
Ethan took out his phone and played a voice message.
Isabella’s voice filled the room.
“Is Sophia asleep? I’m next door, changed and ready. You promised me a reward, don’t even think about backing out.”
Ethan chuckled, then crept out quietly.
Soon, noises from next door made my tears flood.
Was Isabella in my home for the first time?
Or the hundredth?
Ethan, you’re wasting your talent not being an actor.
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