My Useless Mute Beta Wife Is A Big Shot!

His eyes are on me. His arms are crossed. His head is tilted—like he’s trying to figure me out for the first time. His voice is quiet when he speaks. Not teasing. Not dramatic. Just... curious.

"Ellis."

A pause. Long. Heavy.

"Are you... in love?"

The words hang in the air between us, suspended in the dim, pulsing light of the club.

In love....

The words hit me too suddenly—a language I don’t speak, a sound I’ve never heard before. Foreign. Unfamiliar. The kind of thing that doesn’t belong in my mouth or my mind or anywhere near the life I’ve built for myself.

I blink at him.

Sum’s eyes stay on me. Curious. Waiting. Hungry for an answer he’s already decided he knows.

My voice comes out cold—colder than I intend, sharp enough to cut. Flat. A door slamming shut.

"What nonsense are you talking?"

Sum doesn’t flinch. He pours himself another drink—slow, deliberate, the amber liquid catching the neon light before disappearing into the glass.

He’s calm. Too calm. The calm of someone who’s already caught the scent of something and won’t let go.

"I’m not—"

I cut him off with a stare.

He sips. Swallows. Shifts his gaze back to mine. "I can’t believe you’re hiding something from your best friend, Ellis."

I look away.

The room feels smaller than it did a moment ago. The bass still thumps, but it’s distant now—muffled, like hearing music from underwater.

"Shut up. I’m not hiding anything."

Sum leans closer. His eyes don’t leave my face. They search—trying to find the crack in my armor.

"Then who were you talking to?" His voice drops. "I’ve never seen you so attentive before. Never."

He pauses. Studies me the way he studies a painting he can’t quite understand.

"You were smiling."

I stare at him.

Smiling?

When did I smile?

"I didn’t smile."

"You did." His voice is certain. Final. A verdict with no appeal. "I saw it with my own eyes. Don’t lie to me, Ellis."

He leans back slightly.

"You were so busy staring at that screen—so lost in whatever was happening there—that you didn’t even notice someone watching you."

The words land somewhere in my chest. I don’t know what to do with them.

"Even if I smiled—" My voice stays flat. "—that doesn’t mean I’m in love. You’re crazy."

Sum shrugs. The gesture is light, but his eyes are heavy.

"I’m not crazy." He tilts his head. "And I’m sure. When a person smiles while talking to someone—really smiles, not the fake one they wear for strangers—it means they’re in love."

A pause.

"Ellis, tell me. Who were you talking to?"

"There’s no one."

"Ellis..."

"I’m not hiding anything. Ask one more time and I’ll leave."

Sum straightens. His voice sharpens like a blade being drawn. "You’re pushing the topic away again." A pause. "Don’t make me spy on you."

I pour whiskey for myself. I don’t look at him. The liquid fills the glass, dark and dangerous, and I sip it like it can wash away whatever is happening inside me.

"If you do, you’re dead."

Sum sighs—a long, dramatic exhale that seems to pull all the air out of the room.

"My friend has changed." He looks up at the ceiling, as if asking for divine intervention. "Someone help..."

Before I can answer—

Footsteps. Calm. Measured. The kind of footsteps that belong to someone who never hurries and never hesitates.

A man walks toward us through the haze of music and dim light. He stops in front of the table.

Waiting.

Sum freezes mid-sentence. His eyes shift to the man. His face changes quickly—like a curtain being pulled aside to reveal something he didn’t expect.

My gaze shifts too. Slowly. Calmly.

Silas’s secretary.

"Good evening, Mr. Ellis." His voice is smooth—polished, professional, practiced. "I’m here to pick you up."

Sum’s eyes stay on him. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe.

His gaze drifts slowly over the man—head to toe, unhurried, deliberate. Dark eyes. Dark hair. The sharp line of his jaw. Perfect posture. Glasses resting neatly on his nose, catching flashes of neon light every time he moves. Like he’s trying to memorize him.

Sum shifts closer to me on the couch. Close enough that his shoulder presses against mine. His voice drops to a whisper. Low. Conspiratorial. Almost breathless.

"Ellis..." He swallows. "Who is this handsome man?"

Silas’s secretary adjusts his glasses. A small movement. Precise. Controlled.

"Sir, should I wait outside for you?"

I nod. Just a slight movement of my chin. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

He nods back immediately—a mirror reflecting another mirror. Professional. Quiet. Almost shadow-like.

Then he turns. Walks away through the haze of smoke and dim light, his steps calm and measured against the heavy bass vibrating through the floor.

Sum’s eyes follow him the entire time. They don’t leave him for a second. Not until he disappears through the doorway.

His hand squeezes my shoulder. Hard.

"Ellis." His voice is urgent now. Demanding. "Are you listening to me?"

My voice is flat.

"He’s Silas’s secretary."

Sum’s eyes widen. His mouth falls open just a little. "Silas’s secretary?" A pause. "That hot?"

I stand up. Straighten my shirt. Reach for my jacket. Sum stands too—quickly, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

"Ellis..." He grabs my arm. "What’s his name?"

I put on my jacket. The fabric feels heavy.

"I don’t know."

Sum blinks. Confusion flickers across his face.

"How do you not know?" He pauses. His voice softens, almost dreamy. "Ahh. He’s totally my type." Another pause. "Is he an Alpha? He looks like one."

I walk without turning back.

"I don’t know."

Sum follows me. His footsteps echo mine.

"Why are all X Country people so hot and beautiful?" He counts on his fingers as he walks. "Silas—so beautiful. His secretary—so hot." He shakes his head. "It’s not fair."

I keep walking. The hallway stretches ahead, long and dark.

"Ellis, can you ask for his name for me?" Sum’s voice turns whiny. Pleading. "Introduce him to me?"

I keep my gaze forward. My hands stay in my pockets.

"No."

"Ellis." He catches up beside me. "Can’t you do one thing for your best friend? I always help you."

I stop suddenly. The silence rushes in to fill the space where my footsteps used to be.

I look back at him.

"Didn’t you say you were going to spy on me?" A pause. "Focus on your work."

Sum frowns. Dramatically. His bottom lip pushes out like a child who’s been told no.

"Forget about it." He waves a hand dismissively. "Just help me. Tell me his name."

I stare at him for a moment longer than necessary.

"Fine."

I turn. Walk away.

Sum’s voice floats after me—light, cheerful, already victorious.

"Love you, buddy."

A smirk spreads across my lips.

He’s so dramatic.

I step outside the club. The night air hits my face—cool, sharp, alive.

Silas’s secretary is already standing near the car, his posture perfectly straight, his hands clasped in front of him like a soldier at attention.

He opens the back door for me. "Please..."

I don’t sit. I look at him. "What’s your name?"

He blinks. Just a flicker of surprise—there and gone, like a fish breaking the surface of still water.

"Nick."

I stare into his eyes. Let my gaze sink beneath the surface.

His mind whispers:

{Tomorrow’s schedule still needs adjustments. And the missing file needs to be found before the boss asks about it.}

I look away.

Slide into the backseat. The leather is cool against my skin.

Nick slides into the driver’s seat. Starts the car. The engine hums—low, steady, a heartbeat made of metal and fuel.

The car rolls forward. The club lights fade behind us, swallowed by the dark.

I sit calmly.

How noisy his mind is. Just work. Just schedules. Just the endless clicking of responsibilities that never stop. Nothing else.

Like a robot.