Chapter 1 - THE MAN WHO HEARD EVERYTHING|
The hearing aids lay on the entry console beside Dominic’s car keys.
I stared at them for several seconds, unable to understand why my husband had left them there. He never went anywhere without them. For three years, he had insisted that the devices were essential to his daily life, especially when he was tired or surrounded by noise.
Then I heard music coming from his study.
Dominic hated loud music because, according to him, it made his damaged hearing uncomfortable.
I walked toward the half-open door, intending to remind him that Margaret’s hospital discharge papers needed his signature.
Instead, I heard Gabriel laugh.
“Your hearing was fixed three years ago. You still haven’t told Emma?”
My feet stopped moving.
Dominic answered without hesitation.
“I don’t see the point. If she thinks I can’t hear without the devices, she doesn’t expect conversation.”
For a moment, the hallway seemed to tilt beneath me.
Three years.
For three years, I had carefully positioned myself in front of my husband whenever I spoke. I had learned to wave gently when I entered a room. I had turned on subtitles, avoided surprising him, and typed messages into my phone when I wanted to tell him something important.
I had even learned to cry silently.
I remembered the night I had sat beside him after another failed fertility treatment.
I’m afraid you’ll never love me the way you used to, I had typed.
He had read the message, squeezed my hand, and turned back to his laptop.
I had believed he simply didn’t know what to say.
Now I understood that he had heard the quiet sob I tried to hide afterward.
Gabriel’s voice became uncomfortable.
“You could have told her you needed space.”
“Emma turns everything into a discussion,” Dominic replied. “My mother’s appointments. The house. Dinner. Her work. Whether we should try another fertility specialist. I spend all day making decisions. I don’t want to come home and answer questions.”
“And Vanessa?”
Dominic’s tone changed immediately.
It became warmer, almost affectionate.
“Vanessa understands me.”
“Does she?”
“She doesn’t need me to explain myself. She makes me feel alive.”
I pressed my hand against the wall.
Gabriel hesitated before asking, “Then why did you marry Emma?”
Dominic gave a quiet, humorless laugh.
“Because Emma is the kind of woman a man like me is supposed to marry. She’s reliable. Discreet. She takes care of my mother. She makes the house run smoothly.”
He paused.
“She makes a good wife.”
Something inside me broke so quietly that even I barely recognized the sound.
I stepped away from the door before either man could see my shadow.
I returned to the entry console, placed the hearing aids exactly where they had been, and walked outside.
My hands trembled as I called my attorney, Rebecca Collins.
“Emma?” she answered. “What’s wrong?”
“I need divorce papers prepared today.”
“Are you in danger?”
“No,” I whispered, looking back at the house.
Then I corrected myself.
“Not the kind you’re thinking of.”
For the first time in five years, I did not wonder how to make Dominic happy.
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I wondered how much of my life he had stolen while pretending he could not hear me.
And I had no idea that the worst betrayal was waiting at the hospital.
