Revenge: Deaf Bride’s Fake Death

My husband had two letters inked 3 inches below his waist —"Av". When we were lost in passion, I asked what it meant. His eyes softened: "A vow. A vow to you." I loved him so damn much, I got the same tattoo in secret, just to surprise him. Then at his boys' night, during Truth or Dare, Jackson got busted. "What's the wildest s**t you've done?" The bastard smirked: "f*****g the deaf girl while screaming 'Aveline'. She couldn't hear, just moaned louder thinking I was chanting her name." The whole crew erupted in cheers. Nobody saw my face go ghost—white. The first thing my healed ears ever heard? Three years of lies. *** "Don't worry. She can't hear us... no matter how wild we get..." Evangeline Murillo didn't expect the first sound she heard after regaining her hearing was her husband's moans in a recording. The torn condom wrapper in the car and the provocative photos sent by his mistress were like a slap in her face, brutally waking her up to the truth. Jackson Daugherty, who had doted on her obsessively for seven years with zero scandals, had truly betrayed her. Her fingers trembled as she tapped open the photo, a chill crawling down her spine. In the image, Jackson stood shirtless before a floor—length mirror. A white towel was loosely wrapped around his lean waist, seemingly ready to slip off at any second. Reflected in the mirror was a woman kneeling on the bed, her eyes blindfolded with his tie. The image, although blurry, was enough to sting her eyes. And the timestamp on the photo was the very day she had found out she was pregnant. Another notification chimed, sending another jolt of dread through her. "Guess where we are right now? The storage room next to your fitting room. Your husband loves making out with me right under your nose. He says it's thrilling. And you can't hear a thing anyway." Clad in a wedding dress, Evangeline stood frozen before the fitting room mirror, her knuckles turning white from the tight grip on her phone. She came to try on wedding dresses today. After three years of marriage, Jackson had insisted on throwing her a grand, belated wedding ceremony she never got. Restoring her hearing was supposed to be a surprise for him, but it ended up shattering the facade of her so—called happiness. "Jax... it hurts..." The woman's whisper through the thin wall sounded amplified in her ears. Her stomach twisted at his audacity. "I heard Mr. and Mrs. Daugherty have been together for seven since high school. She even lost her hearing saving his life, and he vowed to love her forever. Everyone knows how he treasures her." "Absolutely! He ordered these wedding dresses to be handmade by Paris' lead designer two months ago! Each cost a fortune. Mr. Daugherty truly adores his wife." Evangeline's eyes burned with unshed tears at their gossips. What a cruel joke! She stared at her hollow reflection, the rims of her eyes flushing crimson. In others' eyes, she was living a happy marriage life, while reality tore her apart. Half an hour later, Jackson appeared in immaculate attire, radiating that air of authority.