My Useless Mute Beta Wife Is A Big Shot!

The evening settles over X Country like a silk shroud, slow and deliberate, pulling the last threads of daylight from the sky. Amber bleeds into rose, rose into violet, violet into the deep bruise of approaching night.

I descend the mansion stairs one step at a time, the soles of my shoes barely whispering against the polished stone. My fingers adjust my cufflinks with practiced ease—a small ritual, a moment of stillness before the world begins to move again. The gold catches the dying light, glinting softly.

A smile tugs at my lips.

Not because of the evening. Not because of the meeting ahead.

Because of the presence following just behind me.

My little sulking puppy.

He’s been trailing me ever since I told him to stop worrying about me and go be the chairman he’s supposed to be. And now he’s stubborn again, tugging at my sleeve in that quiet, insistent way of his, refusing to let me leave without one last attempt to change my mind.

His eyes have been asking me the same question for the past hour, even if his lips can’t.

Take me with you.

Please.

Don’t leave me behind.

But I can’t. Not this time. So he follows me in silence, a small storm of worry wrapped in quiet stubbornness.

Downstairs, Nick waits in his usual stance—hands clasped in front of him, spine straight as a blade, eyes fixed somewhere in the middle distance.

I stop before him. Silas stops behind me. I feel the weight of his presence, the warmth of his breath against the back of my neck, the gentle, insistent tug of his fingers on my sleeve.

I don’t look at him.

But I feel him.

"Did you arrange everything I asked?"

Nick nods once—precise, efficient—and offers me the keys.

"Yes, sir."

His eyes flicker to Silas for just a moment. A hesitation. Then he adjusts his glasses, a habit I’ve come to recognize.

"Sir... I don’t think you should go alone. Perhaps I should accompany you."

I let the words settle, flat and final.

"No need."

I glance at Silas from the corner of my eye, just enough to catch the worry written across his face. A hint of amusement tugs at the corners of my mouth, but I keep my expression composed.

"I’m not some Omega who needs protection."

Nick’s gaze shifts again, lingering on Silas. He’s weighing his next words carefully—I can see it in the slight furrow of his brow.

"Then what about the boss?" he asks, his voice softer now, careful. "At least take him with you. You’re unfamiliar with X Country’s roads—they can be disorienting."

I see it. The way Silas’s face lights up at the suggestion, the way his eyes brighten with sudden, fragile hope. He nods eagerly, tugging at my sleeve again—a silent plea wrapped in quiet stubbornness.

My eyes remain on Nick.

So loyal.

Always taking his boss’s side.

"No." My voice stays calm and unwavering, though I’m doing my best not to laugh at the hopeful look on Silas’s face. "Didn’t you say Silas has meetings to attend? His schedule is tight."

Nick’s composure wavers—a crack, barely visible, before he smooths it away.

"Well... yes, but—"

I close my fingers around the keys, cutting him off.

"No."

He bows lightly and steps back, his footsteps fading across the polished marble floor.

I step forward.

Silas’s hand catches mine. His grip is firm, stubborn, unwilling to let go.

I stop and look back at him.

His eyes meet mine, wide with worry. His lips are pressed into a small, stubborn pout, and his fingers remain wrapped tightly around my hand, refusing to loosen.

I step closer. My free hand rises, and I pinch his cheek gently, stretching the soft skin between my thumb and forefinger.

"I’m not leaving forever."

His grip tightens for the briefest moment.

"You have work to handle. I’ll be back soon." I give his cheek another gentle pinch, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips. "So stop making that sad little puppy face."

He stays still for a long moment, as though weighing whether to keep arguing. Then, with obvious reluctance, he gives a small nod.

I lean down and steal a quick kiss from his lips—soft, brief, gone almost as soon as it begins.

"Now I’m going."

The pout finally gives way to a small smile. His fingers slowly loosen around my hand before slipping away.

I give his cheek one last affectionate pat, then turn and walk toward the waiting car.

A servant opens the driver’s door. I slide inside, and the door closes behind me with a solid, resonant thud, sealing the quiet around me.

A bouquet rests on the passenger seat. Nick’s work, just as I requested. Fresh, colorful roses fill the car with their delicate fragrance.

The engine hums to life beneath my hands. The mansion gates slowly swing open, and I guide the car into the fading evening light.

The smile on my lips doesn’t fade. It only deepens. Thinking about him, I can’t help but chuckle to myself.

Sometimes... my little puppy is just unbearably cute.

The evening settles around me like a velvet shroud, slow and heavy, cloaked in the quiet of approaching night. The sky burns in shades of rose, copper, and deep, aching violet, while the road unfurls before me beneath the fading light. Streetlights flicker to life one by one, casting pools of warm gold across the asphalt as they slip past my window.

My phone buzzes in my pocket—a small, insistent vibration against my thigh. I pull it out and glance at the screen.

Silas.

When your meeting ends, let me know. I’ll come pick you up.

The corners of my mouth lift again.

I’m not even there yet, and he’s already planning to bring me back.

I type a quick reply with one hand.

No need. Focus on your work.

I set the phone on the passenger seat beside the bouquet.

Then—

Lights.

Headlights—sudden and blinding, cutting through the dusk like a blade. Too close. Too bright. Swallowing everything.

I look up.

A car. Right in front of me.

What the hell... Where did it come from?

My foot slams on the brake. The tires shriek against the asphalt—a desperate, anguished sound—but it’s too late.

Impact.

The world lurches. Metal groans. Glass shatters. My body jerks forward, and my forehead slams into the steering wheel with a sickening crack. Pain explodes through my skull, sharp and immediate.

I push myself upright, my hand flying to my temple. When I pull it away, my fingers come back slick and warm.

Blood trickles down my temple, tracing a slow path along my cheek before dripping onto the white fabric of my shirt.

The car in front of me doesn’t move. Its headlights remain on. But no one gets out.

Is the person inside alright?

My body moves on instinct. I unlock the door, push it open, and step into the cooling evening air. The road is eerily silent, broken only by the faint hiss of a damaged radiator and the slow drip of fluid onto the asphalt.

I take a step forward.

Then—

Something crashes into the back of my head. Savage. Sudden. Purposeful.

My knees buckle. The ground rushes up to meet me, cold, hard, and unforgiving. The sky spins above me, dissolving into a blur of violet, black, and distant stars.

I try to keep my eyes open. Voices drift through the fog—muffled, distant, meaningless.

Then—

Nothing.

Black.