Begged All You Want, But You Will Never Have Me Back

For five years, I lived in a soundless void, trapped in a world of muffled vibrations and unreadable lips. But today, I could finally hear again.

I clutched the keys to the brand-new car I had bought for my husband Nathan for our fifth anniversary, and the paper confirming my restored hearing crinkled in my pocket as I hurried toward the hallway of Silverfang Corporation.

This was supposed to be a perfect night. But the moment I stepped into his office, my world shattered.

“Oh, look, Nathan. There’s your precious wife.” His friend Gerald’s voice was clear as day, dripping with amusement. I froze just inside the doorway.

Nathan laughed in disdain. “Precious? Useless. That’s what she is to me.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, the words slicing through me. No. No, I must have misheard. Nathan couldn’t have said that. But then he turned, walking toward me, his expression warm as he began to sign.

“Hey, sweetie, you’re here.” His hands moved smoothly, effortlessly. He even pulled me into a hug, pressing a kiss to my forehead. But his next words—spoken, not signed—made my blood run cold.

“She’s just a placeholder since Amelia left me. But now that Amelia’s back, I’ll find a way to dispose of her.”

I felt the world tilt beneath me. Amelia–she was Nathan’s first love. The woman I thought I had already replaced in his heart but seemed like I failed.

“That’s evil,” Gerald snickered. “But what are you gonna do if she finds out the truth?”

Silence stretched between them. I forced myself to breathe, to stay still in Nathan’s embrace, my fists tightening around the crumpled paper in my pocket.

Gerald continued, his tone light, casual—like they weren’t destroying me with every word. “What if she finds out that Amelia was the reason she’s deaf? That Amelia was drunk driving the night she hit her?”

Nathan exhaled sharply. “She’ll never know. She’s deaf, remember? Look—”

His arms stayed around me, his body warm, but his next words were ice. “I could curse her right now, call her every disgusting name in the book, and she’d still smile at me because she wouldn’t hear a damn thing.”

They laughed. I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood. I wanted to scream, to rip myself away, to throw the car keys in his face and tell him I could hear every single word.

But I didn’t. I swallowed the sob clawing up my throat, forcing myself to stay calm. My fingers clenched around the keys in my pocket, hiding them from Nathan’s view.

Then came the final blow.

Nathan’s voice softened, almost affectionate. “I married her to make sure she never found out the truth. If the media discovered that Amelia caused her accident, it would have ruined her modeling career.”

A sharp inhale.

“I will do everything for Amelia.”

I forced my face to stay blank as I asked, “What were you two talking about?”

Nathan smiled at me, effortless, like he hadn’t just ripped my heart out, and then he signed. “Just business, sweetheart.”

Liar. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and gave him the one last chance he didn’t deserve. “I just wanted to see if we could have dinner together,” I spoke again. “It’s our anniversary.”

Nathan barely blinked and he also replied using sign language. “I can’t. I have somewhere to be.”

I nodded stiffly, stepping back. “Then… I’ll just go home.”

“Good idea.”

No hesitation. No regret. No second glance. I turned on my heel, leaving the office before I broke down in front of him. My feet carried me out of the estate, my chest tight with pain. I tossed the crumpled paper and the car keys into a trash bin on my way out.

Nathan didn’t love me. He never had.

The five years we spent together were a lie, a fabricated story designed to keep me in the dark. The laughter, the whispered promises, the nights we spent tangled in each other—it had all been nothing.

I had been nothing. Tears blurred my vision as I drove home, my body shaking with silent sobs. When I reached my apartment, I collapsed onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow.

I cried until exhaustion won.

Hours later, my phone buzzed.

Disoriented, I grabbed it, expecting a message from Nathan. But the screen lit up with a notification—a trending post.

My stomach twisted as I clicked on it.

Nathan Silverfang spotted picking up supermodel Amelia Carter from the airport.

The image hit me like a punch to the gut. Nathan, smiling, standing close to Amelia as he opened the car door for her. The world was already speculating about their reunion.

Then another post. A video.

Nathan and Amelia watching fireworks by the sea, standing so close their hands nearly touched.

The breath left my lungs. The reality of it crashed down. There was no mistake. No misunderstanding. Nathan had never been mine.

With a strangled sob, I grabbed the nearest thing—a porcelain vase on the nightstand—and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall, debris flying. A shard sliced my palm, blood dripping onto the floor, but I barely felt it.

The pain in my chest was worse.

Deeper.

Unfixable.

And I knew, in that moment, that I would never forgive him.