His Illness Was Only for Me

I lived as a mute for three years for Ethan Lancaster.

I didn't dare speak loudly. I didn't dare touch my cello. I even kept my breathing quiet.

All because my "hypersensitive" husband couldn't stand the slightest noise.

Then I saw him at a noisy Livehouse, another woman in his arms.

They kissed passionately in the chaos.

It turned out his condition only applied to me.

My voice was noise, but her rock music was his cure.

That night, I signed the divorce papers, dragged my suitcase out, and left without looking back.