TURNAROUND CEO

Dami’s POV

The door slammed shut. The sound crashed through my chest like a thunderclap, and my hands began to tremble. My knuckles turned white as I clutched the duvet closer, as if thin fabric could shield me from the storm in his eyes.

“Do you even know what you’ve done?” Axel's voice cracked through the room like a whip, sharp and merciless.

I shook my head, my throat burning though no words could come. Tears stung, blurring my vision.

“Everyone on the internet now knows that my wife is mute. Do you hear that, Dami? I’m the biggest joke in the city. My name is a laughing stock because of you!” he yelled.

The shame in his tone cut deeper than a knife. With trembling fingers, I reached for the notebook on the bedside table and scribbled, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to embarrass you. I held it out, my eyes begging for a little understanding. Just a little.

He snatched the page, glanced at it, and scoffed. “Nonsense! I can’t cope with your sorry ass anymore. You can’t do anything for me. You can’t even stand beside me at parties or meetings. What's your use? You’re useless.”

His words were a dagger. Hot tears spilled, streaming down my cheeks. I wasn’t useless. I hadn’t been born this way, I wasn’t born mute. The accident a month ago had stolen my voice, left me broken and silent. But instead of holding me close, Axel had grown distant and cruel.

“This marriage thing won’t work between us,” he continued, his face as cold as stone. “I’ll call my lawyer to prepare the divorce papers. I’m done.”

The finality in his voice hollowed me out. My chest tightened as he stormed out, leaving the echo of the slamming door ringing in my head.

We had promised each other forever. But now I saw the truth. He never loved me, he only loved the perfect image of me. And now that image was shattered.

The humiliation began the night before.

He had thrown a party in our home, filled with dignitaries and reporters. He had told me to stay upstairs, hidden away like a shameful secret. But thirst drove me down to the kitchen. The moment the crowd noticed me, questions came like daggers, questions I couldn’t answer.

And then Alexa, his wicked sister, smirked and announced, “She’s mute. My brother's wife can’t even speak.”

The room erupted with loud noises. Phones recorded. Laughter spread. By morning, the internet crowned me with a new name as the Ceo's mute wife.

Now, walking downstairs, I faced Alexa again. She clapped mockingly. “Here comes the mute wife.”

I ignored her until I froze. Axel’s lips were on another woman’s. The world spun, and it all felt like a dream.

“He’s getting married to her soon,” Alexa whispered, her words slicing me open.

“Baby, your wife is so ugly,” the woman giggled, twirling a strand of her perfect hair.

And Axel..my Axel nodded. His