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On the night of my engagement to my boyfriend, Goldie slipped razor blades into my drink, causing my throat to be torn and rendering me unable to speak ever again.
My boyfriend not only refused to hold her accountable, but publicly kissed her, causing everyone to mock me.
In my moment of humiliation, my boyfriend's uncle shielded me behind him, beat my boyfriend into the hospital, and avenged me.
He sought out the best doctors for me, took meticulous care of me for three years, and vowed to never let anyone hurt me again.
We naturally ended up getting married.
But on the very day I found out I was pregnant, I accidentally overheard his phone call with my ex-boyfriend.
"Uncle, that was a ruthless move you pulled. Summer probably never dreamed that you'd personally get involved just to keep her from going after Goldie."
"Are you really willing to give up the chance to be with Goldie?"
Zoran gave a bitter laugh, his eyes full of love for another woman:
"It was the only way to trick Summer into giving up on seeking justice. For Goldie's sake, I'd do anything willingly."
"Besides, Goldie loves children so much. I was injured in that car accident years ago and it's very difficult for me to have kids. I don't want to hold her back."
Only then did I realize that what I thought was my salvation had all been a deception.Given that's the case, I tear up the pregnancy report.
He doesn't need to know about this baby either, I'll let them be happy together.

On the Day Of Engagement, I Was Poisoned Mute

He stared at the divorce papers he'd carelessly tossed on the table before leaving.


His mind was filled with images of my face contorted in disgust.


For once, he felt unusually lost and helpless.


He couldn't understand. I had once loved him so deeply.


I used to be worried at the slightest furrow of his brow. Why was I now able to harden my heart and let him go?


Why couldn't I just pretend I knew nothing and stay by his side for his sake?


Even if I were mute and lost my company, he wouldn't have truly abandoned me.


He kept wondering where things had gone wrong, how I had suddenly discovered everything.


His gaze shifted, landing on the nearby computer.


As he opened it, the realization that all his social media accounts automatically logged in made his blood run cold.


The computer synced everything. It not only had his call logs with Goldie but also chat records discussing changing my medication with the doctor.


Chapter 9