The CEO Drove His Mute Wife Away, Now He Regrets

"Jessica, send a bottle of warm honey water to my hotel room. I need it to sober up."

Because of that brief message from her husband, Jessica Howard left the house close to midnight.

Late autumn cold gnawed at her skin as she stood by the roadside, waiting far too long before a cab finally stopped in front of her.

By the time the car pulled up in front of the hotel, the chill had seeped into her bones, her lips darkening with a faint purplish hue.

She followed the room number her husband, Adrian Buckley, had given her, walking down the quiet corridor until she stopped outside the designated door.

Her raised hand hesitated when she noticed the door was not fully shut, a narrow gap left open, almost as though someone had deliberately left it that way.

From inside, a woman's voice drifted out, soft and teasing. "Adrian, when are you going to divorce my mute sister?"

Jessica's entire body froze at that.

She recognized that voice instantly. It belonged to her half-sister, Eleanor Howard.

And her sister was clearly talking to her husband.

Jessica's first instinct was to turn around and walk away, yet the warmth of the water bottle in her pocket reminded her that she was here for a reason, and she forced herself to push the door wide open.

The moment she appeared in the doorway, Adrian looked up sharply, his gaze cold as he snapped, "Why are you here?"

Jessica dropped her eyes and reached into her pocket, carefully pulling out the bottle.

Before she could hand it to Adrian, Eleanor lunged forward and seized it from her grasp.

"Oh my, Jessica!" Eleanor said with exaggerated surprise. "You came all this way just to deliver honey water to Adrian?"

She let out a light laugh. "How considerate. But he does not need your concern. He isn't drunk at all."

With a flick of her wrist, Eleanor tossed the bottle into the trash can, then casually picked up a phone from the table, scrolling through it as she cast Jessica a sideways glance filled with mockery.

Jessica recognized that phone at once. It was Adrian's.

In that instant, a realization settled heavily in her chest.

The message that summoned her to the hotel had never been sent by Adrian; it had come from Eleanor.

Eleanor's boldness was fueled by Adrian's indulgence, his affection giving her the confidence to act without restraint.

Jessica felt her heart sink. She slowly lifted her hands and signed, "The honey water has been delivered. I will leave now."

As she turned toward the door, Eleanor's syrupy voice reached her again.

"Adrian, do you think she heard everything we said just now? What if she goes back and complains to your family about it? You know how difficult life is for a single mother like me, raising a child alone. I really cannot afford any more trouble."

She spoke with a gentle tone, each word sounding harmless yet cutting deep.