All Chapters of A Monster's Mute Bride.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I held on to the steering wheel as tight as I could, trying to keep my focus on the road instead of the woman sitting next to me.I kept my eyes to myself until we reached a red light. Once I stopped the car, I finally allowed my eyes to move to her.Ella was sitting with her arms wrapped around herself. Her small figure was swimming in my suit jacket.The image of the scars on her skin popped in my head, forcing me to quickly move my eyes away from her.My hands tightened around the steering wheel to the point that my knuckles turned white.I wanted to know what happened to her. I wanted to know who gave her those scars. I wanted to know who stole her voice from her.When the light turned green, I drove past it and carried on to the Mansion.The second I'd made it in to my car, I'd called Dante to send Doctor Morgan to my place. Because Dante was a safety freak, he was the only one who knew how to contact the old doctor.If someone needed the doctor after a sudden attack and Dante wa

Elijah Smith...I turned the lights on and looked at the closed door of the bathroom. The fact that I couldn't listen or see what was happening in the bathroom bothered me.I glanced at the third door in my room, wondering if I should go in and check on Ella through the cameras.The one thing that was stopping me was the conversation I had with Doctor Morgan.After the old man did his check up on my wife, most of what he said was positive. He advised that she should rest and take more fluids, and he also advised me to take good care of my wife.But most of all, his comment on her scars were what kept popping in to my head the rest of the day."If I may add a few things about your wife..." Doctor Morgan had commented after he gave me a clear report of my wife's condition. "Is the scar on her neck a reason why she doesn't speak?" His question was raised after finding out that my wife was a mute."It could be." Was the reply I chose to give the old man.Doctor Morgan went deep in his

For the following few days after the car accident, I spent most of my time hidden in Elijah's room. Dalinda brought all of my meals up to Elijah's room, which I enjoyed all on my own.As Doctor Morgan had promised, my wounds have been healing and my bruises have been slowly disappearing.The pain in my body was slowly going away as I took most of my time resting.Sure, the days were long and boring, but the nights were pretty enjoyable.I've seen more of Elijah in the last few night than I have since we were married.He would ask me how my day was and I would write that it was fine. Our interactions were still strange for me as Elijah suddenly changed.What hasn't changed though, was the nightmare.It visited me in my sleep almost every night, reminding me of the cruel events that changed my life for the worse six years ago.Each night, I woke up struggling against Elijah's arms. My husband would try to calm me down, but when it wouldn't work, he would take my hand and lead me out o

Elijah Smith...It took about thirty minutes for the cook to make my wife her dinner. I felt bad enough for having to take her out with such a short notice, I was not going to have her sit around the table and watch others eat.The entire situation puzzled me. I'd already assumed that there was some kind of tension between Ella and her family. My assumption was getting stronger after I heard the short conversation Ella had with her sister in the bathroom and the camera feed Cane managed to get his hands on.But inviting her home and forcing her to sit with her arms crossed was the final draw.When the food arrived in front of Ella, I saw that the cook had made her egg fried rice."I truly apologize for the mistake." The cook bowed his head before he left my wife's side and walked around the large table to give Elizabeth a plate with the same food as Ella's on it.I looked at Elizabeth curiously.I was sure I'd seen her eat before I called the Williamson's out, and now

Ella Williamson.I looked down at the box I'd placed on my lap with broken eyes. The mere thought of my father leaving me something truly saddened me.I hadn't expected my grandfather to speak to me all on my own, especially since Elijah constantly warned me not to walk off. But seeing as he gave me his permission to go, I'd wanted to see how my grandfather's health was.I did not expect him to whip out the box and demand I take it.After Elijah and I got back to the Mansion, I got out of the car and came straight to the room. I made my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, seeking some sort of privacy as I tried to sort through my mixed feelings.I sat on the edge of the bathtub and placed the flat black box on my lap. That was about thirty minutes ago.Letting out a sigh, I slowly opened the box and looked in again, wondering why my father would leave me this.He should have known better than to waste his money on a necklace I wouldn't wear.The silver circular pendant