My Useless Mute Beta Wife Is A Big Shot!

The car glides to a stop, its engine a low murmur that fades into the soft hush of the night. Beyond the tinted windows, the little flower shop glows like a jewel box tucked between taller buildings, warm amber light spilling from its windows and painting the wet pavement in soft gold.

The city around it is dressed for celebration: strings of lights draped across every street, every balcony, every bare winter branch. They sway gently in the cold breeze, their warm glow shimmering across the damp pavement like fallen stars waiting to be gathered.

I step out first.

The cold greets me immediately—not harsh, but insistent, creeping through the fabric of my coat, finding the gaps at my collar and wrists. It carries the scent of damp earth, pine, and the quiet promise of snow. The first snowfall is coming, and all of Crystal Country seems to be holding its breath.

Silas steps out too.

For a moment, he simply stands there, his face tilted toward the sky, his breath curling into small white clouds. The lights reflect in his eyes, making them look as though they hold pieces of the night sky. His expression is quiet, open—the kind of wonder that belongs to someone seeing this for the first time, someone still learning the language of this place and discovering its hidden traditions.

His gaze drifts from the glowing streets back to me, then wanders across the city once more, filled with questions he can’t ask aloud but that I somehow understand.

Still looking around with quiet curiosity, he makes his way toward me.

I reach for his hand. His fingers are cold, but they curl around mine without hesitation, like they’ve found where they belong.

A soft smile tugs at my lips before I even realize it.

"What is it?"

He blinks, startled, then looks at me as though he’d forgotten I was standing here. As though the lights had stolen all of his attention, leaving him lost in their quiet magic.

I glance around, following his gaze. Strings of golden lights shimmer across the streets, every corner glowing with quiet warmth.

"Are you wondering why everything is decorated?"

He nods quickly, eagerly, his hair falling across his forehead with the movement. His nose and cheeks are flushed pink from the cold, the tips of his ears tinged the same rosy color. A few loose strands catch the glow of the streetlights, softening his features.

For a moment, I simply watch him. Somehow, even surrounded by all these lights...

He’s still the most beautiful thing I see.

I step closer. My free hand rises, gently brushing the loose strands back from his temple. The touch is light, unhurried, like I have all the time in the world for him.

"In Crystal Country, people wait all year for the first snowfall." My voice is quiet, deliberate, meant only for him. "They decorate everything—their homes, their streets, even the trees in their gardens—to welcome it. Families gather around the table. They share meals. They hold the people they love a little closer. It’s a celebration of the quiet things—the warmth of being together when the world outside grows cold."

Silas doesn’t blink. His entire attention is on me, listening as though every word matters.

"That’s why tonight my parents are hosting a special family dinner. They want everyone together."

I let the words settle between us.

"And they say... if you make a wish when the first snow falls, it will come true."

I pause.

"Especially if you kiss the one you love." My voice softens, becoming something meant only for the space between us. "They say it binds your hearts together... forever."

His cheeks deepen into a warm blush beneath my fingertips. His eyes remain locked on mine, soft and open, his breath catching ever so slightly.

I lean closer, my lips almost brushing his ear.

"Do you want to test if the legend is true?"

Before he can react—

"Big brother!"

The voice is bright, sharp, and joyful.

I blink and pull back, turning toward the sound.

The little girl from before stands at the edge of the flower shop, her face split by a smile so wide it seems to light up the whole street. She’s bundled in a thick woolen coat, her round cheeks flushed pink from the cold, her eyes sparkling with joy. A few rose petals cling to her hair like tiny jewels, catching the light as she bounces eagerly on her heels.

I smile in return.

"How are you, little hardworking girl?"

"I’m perfect!" she beams, rocking on her heels. "Are you here to buy flowers?"

I nod.

Her gaze shifts to Silas—and stops.

She stares at him for a long moment, her head tilting slightly, her eyes widening with innocent wonder. Then she tugs gently at my sleeve, silently asking me to lean closer.

I bend down. Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. "Big brother... is he your partner?"

The smile on my lips softens. I nod once. Slowly.

She gasps, her eyes widening even more.

"Big brother... your partner is really beautiful."

"Is that so?"

I glance at Silas.

He’s watching the two of us with his head tilted slightly, his expression caught somewhere between curiosity and quiet confusion.

She nods vigorously, her cheeks flushing brighter as a few petals tumble from her hair like tiny pieces of confetti.

I straighten and look down at her. "Then aren’t you going to give him a rose tonight? Since my partner is with me."

Her eyes light up as though I’ve just entrusted her with the most important mission in the world.

"Come inside!"

She spins on her heel and hurries toward the cozy little flower shop, her light footsteps echoing softly against the damp pavement as she waves excitedly for us to follow.

I give Silas’s hand a gentle squeeze.

"Let’s go."

He smiles softly and nods, the shy uncertainty on his face melting into something warmer.

The shop is small but welcoming, a sanctuary of warmth, color, and fragrance. The air is rich with the scent of fresh roses, lilies, damp earth, and something delicately sweet that lingers beneath it all. Every surface is filled with blooms—arranged in woven baskets, spilling from elegant vases, and climbing the walls in graceful cascades of green, white, and soft pink.

An elderly grandmother sits behind the counter, the years etched gently across her kind face. She looks up as we enter, a warm smile spreading across her lips.

"Welcome, dears. What would you like?"

"We’d like to look around first," I reply.

She nods, the corners of her eyes crinkling with quiet kindness, before returning to the bouquet she was arranging.

Silas and I wander through the flower shop together, our footsteps soft against the wooden floor. He pauses before each arrangement, his free hand drifting toward the blooms. His fingertips brush a petal here, a leaf there, careful and unhurried, as though he’s afraid even the gentlest touch might disturb their beauty.

His expression is soft, open, quietly captivated.

I find myself watching him for a moment longer than I should, something warm settling deep in my chest.

Then I force my attention back to the flowers.

My gaze moves slowly from one arrangement to the next—white roses, crimson peonies, pale lavender hydrangeas—taking in their colors, their shapes, their quiet perfection.

Then—

Everything blurs.

The world tilts without warning, as though the floor has suddenly given way beneath my feet. A violent wave of dizziness crashes over me, stealing the ground from under me. My hand shoots out instinctively, my palm slamming against the wooden counter to steady myself as the room spins around me.

My eyes close. Just for a heartbeat.

When I open them again, the dizziness has begun to fade. The flowers slowly come back into focus, their colors sharpening once more. The warmth of the shop settles around me again.

I draw a slow, controlled breath.

Silas is still admiring the flowers, his back turned to me, completely unaware.

Good.

My hand curls into a fist beneath the counter.

This keeps happening.

More and more often.

I’m not weak. I don’t get dizzy from exhaustion. I’m an SS-Class Alpha. My body isn’t supposed to betray me like this.

So what the hell is happening to me?