[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot":3,"chapter-my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-chapter-14":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Useless Mute Beta Wife Is A Big Shot!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1854376,2460,"Chapter 14: Why Do I Care About His Sleep?","my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-chapter-14",14,"\u003Cp>My steps are faster now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster. The echo of them bounces off the marble walls, chasing me down the hallway like accusations I can’t outrun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Irritation rises in my chest—heat spreading, blooming, threatening to crack my ribs open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he do this? Touch me without permission. Move me while I was asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he has the right. Like I belong to him. Like the vows we spoke yesterday—empty, forced, hollow—already give him ownership over my skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I need to tell him. Clearly. Directly. The kind of clear that leaves no room for misunderstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t like you touching me. Don’t do it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he remembers his limits. So next time, he doesn’t dare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I open my bedroom door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room still glows with sunlight—golden, warm, almost mocking. Light pours through the curtains like honey, thick and slow, coating everything it touches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White roses everywhere. Their scent hangs in the air—sweet, cloying, invasive. Like something alive. Watching me. Judging me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes shift to Silas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s still sleeping on the couch. One arm tucked beneath his head. His chest rises and falls—slow, steady, unhurried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against the storm rising in my chest. The storm that wants to break things. The storm that wants to scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who gave him the right to touch me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I step forward. My hand lifts—ready to wake him, shake him, demand answers. A thousand questions burn on my tongue, smoke rising from the heat of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silas shifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips part—just a little. A soft sigh escapes, barely a sound, barely a breath. More air than noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubs his head against the cushion, burrowing deeper into sleep—chasing something warm and safe that exists only behind his closed eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hand stops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face is... relaxed. Soft in a way I’ve never seen on anyone awake. No tension in his jaw. No furrow between his brows. No mask. Just... peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of peace I haven’t known since he came into my life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fists clench at my sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should just leave him. Let him wake up on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—then I’ll warn him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t touch me again. Or you’ll regret it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walk out of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door closes behind me—soft. Final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My steps stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why didn’t I wake him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why do I care about his sleep?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I press my fingers against my temple. Hard. Like I can force the confusion out of my skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something is wrong with me. Something is off. I can feel it—a fog where there should be clarity, a hesitation where there should be action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I need air. Real air. Not air thick with roses and wedding-night expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walk out of the mansion. Step into the garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The morning air fills my lungs—cool, clean, sharp as glass. It tastes like dew, earth, and something green growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hair shifts in the breeze—light, restless, like it wants to lift away and disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grass beneath my feet is soft. Wet with night dew, soaking through my slippers—cold against my skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I close my eyes. Take a slow breath. Let the air settle somewhere deep inside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relax, Ellis. Just calm down. Your mind is a storm, and you’re drowning in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now. Think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How do I get rid of this marriage?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long until I can—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good morning, Mr. Groom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes open slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why does he always show up when my mood is already this bad? When my patience is this thin? When I’m one word away from breaking something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn. Just a glance—barely a flicker—nothing more. Then I look away again. Toward the trees. Toward the sky. Toward anywhere that isn’t his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everic stands beside me, a smile on his lips—that annoying, familiar smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze moves over me, head to toe, taking in the stained shirt, the tangled hair, the exhaustion I can’t hide no matter how hard I try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh...\" His smile widens. \"What happened? Did you and your bride fight last night?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My voice comes out flat. Cold. Like a door slamming shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"None of your business.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leans closer, his voice dropping—almost gentle, almost kind, almost convincing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, Lili. I’m your big brother. How is it not my business?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glare at him, letting the warning settle in my eyes. My voice drops too—low, dangerous, the kind of quiet that comes before an explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop calling me that. Or you’ll regret it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raises his hands, palms out in surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine, fine. I won’t do it again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause. The birds keep singing. The breeze keeps moving. The world keeps turning—indifferent to my suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everic looks around casually, like he’s searching for something he’s lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where’s Silas? Is he still sleeping?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t reply. I let the silence answer for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A teasing smirk spreads across his lips—slow, deliberate, almost cruel in its playfulness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ellis...\" He leans in, lowering his voice, a wink slipping in. \"Did you two... do it last night?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shift my gaze away. Annoyed. Tired. Done with him. Done with this conversation. Done with everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you have something else to say? If not—go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crosses his arms. His smile falters—just a flicker, just a crack in the mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re getting ruder by the day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t look at him. My voice quiet. Sharp. A blade wrapped in silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn’t you all cause this? You’re the reason I’m like this. Every single one of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everic sighs—the sound of someone who’s explained something too many times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ellis, stop being so dramatic. Stop pretending you’re not happy with this marriage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pauses, letting the words settle. Then— \"Silas is beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At the wedding, he didn’t even look real. Like something unreal. Something...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another pause. His voice drops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone’s eyes were on him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Honestly... I’m starting to regret—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn my head. Look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Regretting what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everic doesn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he realizes—before he can put his walls up, before he can guard his thoughts—I slip into his mind. Quiet as a shadow. Silent as a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his mind screams\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{After seeing Silas... I regret it. Losing someone like him. If he hadn’t been promised to Ellis—if the proposal had been for me—I would have married him. At any cost. No hesitation. I would have said yes before they finished asking.}\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes widen—just a fraction. Enough for me to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everic turns, already walking back toward the mansion. His footsteps casual. Unbothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mom and Dad are waiting for you at the breakfast table,\" he calls over his shoulder. He doesn’t look back. Doesn’t see the expression on my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stand there, staring at his back. Watching him grow smaller with each step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sum was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everic has a crush on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...He wants him.\u003C\u002Fp>",1136,"2026-06-09T07:26:01.012Z",1,"novelbin.me","fa1ed50a2ee89607ed810050cb7f6ad52c72e4e9c43a7c1de3f16cd51ad70ee6","my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-chapter-15","my-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-chapter-13",74,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-useless-mute-beta-wife-is-a-big-shot-cover.jpg"]