I thought my ex-husband talked too much. So, after the divorce, I found myself a mute boyfriend. My "little mute" was young, sweet, and practically perfect in my eyes. One day, I went to his college dorm to pick him up. Instead, I overheard a conversation with his roommate. "Cam, how long are you going to keep pretending?" "Until I get bored." 01 Just as I stepped into the men's dorm hallway, I heard someone laughing. "Cam, what's it like playing the mute card to hook up with your own aunt?" I subconsciously stopped and stood by the door. After a long pause, a deeper voice replied. "It's whatever." Through the crack in the door, I saw a tall college boy sitting on a chair, legs crossed. His eyelids drooped, giving him an incredibly aloof, "over-it" look. "So when are you going to dump her? Isn't it annoying not being able to talk every day?" "Is it annoying for you to talk every day?" He spun his phone in his hand, looking utterly impatient. "I'll do it when I get bored." I didn't make a sound. Pretending I hadn't heard anything, I turned and walked back downstairs. I sent him a text: "I'm here, where are you?" The reply came quickly. "Got it, coming right down!" Seconds later, a figure dashed out of the dorm building. Cameron Reed was still wearing the same black hoodie. But the annoyed expression was gone, replaced by a sunny, enthusiastic face. He walked up to me with a wide grin, looked down, and tapped on his phone. [Hey, did you wait long?] "Not too long." He looked at me for two seconds, blinked, and typed again. [You look upset. Are you annoyed from waiting?] I turned to look at the boy holding up his phone, carefully trying to please me. I let out a breath. "No, just work stuff." [Oh.] The boy lowered his eyes, looking disappointed. This demeanor was too different from what I had just seen in his dorm. It almost made me doubt if the previous scene was just my imagination. He sat obediently in the passenger seat, then suddenly thought of something. [Can you wait a few more minutes?] I nodded, and he immediately opened the car door and ran out. While waiting for him, I hesitated for a moment before clicking on Richard Sterling's profile. "You mentioned before that you have a nephew. What's his name?" Soon, the man I hadn't contacted in ages replied. Richard: "Cameron Reed." Richard: "Why?" I was about to reply when the car door suddenly opened. I hurriedly shoved my phone into my pocket as Cameron got in. With one hand in his pocket, he buckled his seatbelt and then suddenly pulled out a lollipop. Strawberry flavored. He pushed it toward me. "For me?" The boy nodded, [Don't be mad anymore, okay?] 02 I was a low-income student sponsored by Richard Sterling. Marrying him was purely because he needed it. He needed an obedient, compliant wife to deal with his grandfather pushing him to get married. And I was the perfect, easily manipulated candidate. While we were together, I rarely had the chance to learn about his family. But I did have a vague impression of this nephew who was always shipped off to boarding schools. A reckless, spoiled rich kid. A young master whose wild antics gave even Richard headaches. And this very terror was now sitting next to me, looking like a total angel. Putting on such a good act—I found it quite amusing. The car stopped at a red light, and I looked at him. "Kiss me." The boy froze, then his eyes gradually deepened. I didn't need to ask twice; he leaned over and grabbed my chin. And gave me a solid, passionate kiss. No matter how well Cameron pretended in daily life, he could never hide that primal, predatory instinct when things got physical. Suddenly, a car next to us honked twice. Before I could react, it honked again. I turned and saw the window of the adjacent car rolling down. Revealing a very familiar face. Richard Sterling? I tensed up instinctively, but then realized he couldn't control me anymore. The man's expression was far from pleasant, his tone sarcastic. "So desperate you can't even wait?" I flashed a smile. "Young people have a lot of energy. Forgive the show, Mr. Sterling." Richard's face darkened, his gaze bypassing me to look at the passenger seat. I subconsciously tensed and blocked his view. "The light's green, I shouldn't hold up traffic." With that, I rolled up my window first. Looking at Cameron again, he was staring out the window, lost in thought. I suddenly wondered what Richard's expression would have been if he had discovered that the person passionately kissing me today was his own nephew. But this situation was too interesting. I really didn't want it to end just yet. 03 As soon as we got inside my apartment, Cameron couldn't wait and threw himself at me. He held me urgently, kissing my lips. [I don't like him.] "Don't like who?" [Your ex-husband.] "Oh." I leaned in, brushing against his earlobe. "What a coincidence, I don't like him either." He scooped me up with one arm and tossed me onto the bed. I let out a gasp and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. He silently smirked, a flash of triumph in his eyes. I suddenly remembered what his roommate asked him today. "What's it like hooking up with your aunt?" He said, "It's whatever." But I felt differently. Hooking up with my ex-husband's nephew. That feeling... was fucking fantastic. Richard used to be wild too. But it was the wildness of someone in power. It was all taking; I didn't enjoy it at all. But Cameron was different. I knew he was trying to please me. This pleasure reached its peak after discovering his true identity. Just as he was impatiently trying to get started. My doorbell suddenly rang. [Ignore it.] Soon, the doorbell turned into my phone ringing. "Must be something important." I patted Cameron's head soothingly. And grabbed the phone with one hand. "Open the door." It was Richard. "I'm not home." "I saw your car, open the door." I paused. "It's not a good time right now." The person outside seemed to be lighting a cigarette. "Are you with that guy?" "We're divorced, it's none of your business." "Then let's get remarried." As soon as the words left his mouth, he seemed shocked by them himself. Neither of us said anything else. A faint static hummed through the phone line. I spoke first. "You're drunk. Have your assistant take you home." "Open the door first." "It's really not a good time." "Heh, Audrey, you're getting bolder and bolder." He let out a scoff, as if remembering something. "Wait, I almost forgot. Taking advantage of me being drunk to steal a kiss, playing dumb to propose to me—you've always been pretty bold." The call ended. I was still caught up in Richard's words. I really did love him back then. The first time I saw Richard was right after I started college. Full of reckless courage, I marched into his company just to see the benefactor who sponsored me. Falling for him seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I never thought I'd actually marry him one day. After getting married, I lived in my own pink bubble. Thinking my love alone could sustain a relationship for two. Until Chloe's appearance shattered my dream. [Audrey?] A hand reached from behind me. I turned around. Cameron was standing right behind me. I was suddenly very curious. If this guy knew that the real reason Richard and I divorced was because of another woman... What would he do? Would he go play the mute to seduce Chloe? The mute act is getting old, maybe he could pretend to have a limp... Thinking this, I couldn't help but laugh. I patted Cameron's cheek. "I'm not really in the mood right now. Let's take a rain check." With that, I stood up and put on my robe. Completely missing the increasingly complex expression on Cameron's face. 04 That night, I was sleeping groggily when a vibration woke me up. S: [Cam, we're just waiting on you at The Enigma.] S: [Got some really hot girls here, you sure you don't want a drink?] That's when I realized. I was holding Cameron's phone. Hearing the shower running in the bathroom, I placed the phone back on the nightstand. A few minutes later, Cameron came out. Afraid of waking me, he tiptoed to his side of the bed. He picked up his phone, swiped a few times, tossed it aside, and grabbed his jacket. I pretended to just wake up and opened my eyes. "Going out?" [My advisor needs to see me about something. I have to go back to campus.] "Now? It's almost midnight." Cameron spread his hands in a helpless gesture. I scoffed inwardly. It was a waste of talent that this rich kid hadn't gone into acting. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I patted his head comfortingly. "A senior's life is a tough one, no human rights. I get it." I waited a few minutes after Cameron left before slowly getting out of bed. I grabbed my car keys and followed him out. Honestly, it wasn't for anything specific, just curiosity. I wanted to see what the real Cameron, who played the sweet, pitiful boy for me, was actually like. After all, the first time I met Cameron. Was at the hospital. I had just had surgery. I couldn't move easily and needed to hire an aide. Cameron was the one who applied for the job. Initially, I was hesitant about him. Not because he was "deaf-mute," but because I wanted a female aide. But the boy was incredibly persistent. [I've taken care of my mom since I was little, I'm very experienced.] [I promise I can do whatever they can do, and do it well.] I had to admit, in that moment, my heart softened. I didn't have a father. My mother was paralyzed, and I had taken care of her since I was little, just like he claimed to have done. Later, if it hadn't been for Richard's sponsorship. I probably wouldn't have even finished high school. So, I let him stay. It was exactly as Cameron had promised. He was sweet, hardworking, and incredibly thoughtful. Other aides would sneak out to rest whenever they had a chance. Only he stayed by my side all day long. Emptying my bedpans and urinals. When I was feeling down, he tried every possible way to cheer me up. My appetite was terrible then, so this guy cooked for me himself. He'd arrange the bento boxes into cute cartoon characters just to coax me into taking a bite. The old lady in the next bed laughed watching him. She told me, "This kid is treating you like you're his girlfriend." So later, it was only natural that we started dating. During all this time, I never doubted Cameron's identity. He would often uncontrollably use sign language with me. Sometimes, when he was in the mood, I'd even have him teach me a few signs. Even in our most passionate moments, he never made a sound. He just looked at me with those wet, puppy-dog eyes, like a satisfied dog. Of course, the biggest reason I never doubted him was. What kind of spoiled rich kid could endure this much! He was so patient I almost wondered if he thought he was some historical figure enduring hardship to build character! 05 I used to be a regular at bars, too. Most of the time, I was brought there by Richard. He drank, I drove. And on the way back, we did all sorts of crazy things in his obnoxiously aggressive Hummer. Shaking off the memories, I was about to look for Cameron's private booth. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me. "Came specifically to find me?" I looked up. Richard had actually appeared in front of me. "You refused to see me earlier, and now you can't wait to run over here. Playing hard to get?" "I'm here to find my boyfriend." I avoided his intense gaze, turned, and tried to leave. But he tightened his grip on my wrist and pulled me straight into a men's bathroom stall. "Richard!" "Yell louder, let's get everyone in here." I glared at him. He rubbed his thumb across my lips. "Did he kiss you here today?" "None of your business, let me go!" "The little kitten is showing her claws. You've changed quite a bit since the divorce." Richard scoffed. "Break up with him." "Why should I?" "Audrey, you should know I hate it when people touch my things." His finger traced my cheek. "There's a limit to throwing tantrums. Don't dance on my landmines." I was about to argue back, but he continued. "Agreeing to the divorce was granting your wish. It doesn't mean you can escape my control. I blame myself for giving you too much freedom this past year. It made you forget who you belong to." Richard was domineering and arrogant. If he wanted to, he could make all my efforts in work and life vanish into thin air. But what gave him the right? What gave a man who betrayed our marriage the right to say such things so brazenly? "You already have Chloe, isn't that enough?" At the mention of that name, Richard furrowed his brow in disgust. "I told you, there's nothing going on between me and her." "Nothing? Photos of you two kissing were all over the tabloids!" "Yeah, it was just a kiss. Is that worth throwing a fit over?" You couldn't reason with him. What a piece of trash! I didn't want to listen to him anymore and forcefully tried to break free from his grip. Suddenly, a man's voice came from outside. "Uncle Richard, are you done in there?" My whole body froze. Cameron? Richard was about to push the door open and walk out, but I yanked him back. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I avoided his sharp gaze. Richard stopped moving and asked, "What is it?" Separated only by a thin wall, Cameron's slightly impatient voice drifted over. "I'm heading out. Let me borrow your driver." "So early?" "Yeah." Richard called his driver, and only then did Cameron leave. Before he left, he whistled. "Still going strong for an old guy. Have fun." Looking up, I met Richard's thoughtful gaze. "You know Cam?" "No." "Then why did you avoid him?" "A man and a woman alone in a men's bathroom stall... Mr. Sterling might not care about his reputation, but I care about mine." With that, I kicked the door open. This time, Richard didn't stop me.
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