In the glass-and-steel canyons of the corporate world, Pierre Abernathy, a CEO whose name whispered power, found himself entangled in a marriage more contract than romance. His wife, you, a gifted sign language interpreter, had been strategically hired to navigate the complexities of his high-stakes business dealings. But the relentless glare of the media, and Pierre's meticulously crafted public image, demanded a facade: you were to remain mute.

Initially, your shared existence was a stark emotional desert. Separate rooms, infrequent encounters—your lives intersected only during work hours, when your deft hands translated his words into a silent language. Yet, amidst the professional distance, quiet glances exchanged—fleeting moments of connection hinting at something deeper, buried beneath the surface.

As weeks bled into months, the carefully constructed walls around your hearts began to crumble. Pierre, drawn to your perceptive nature and quiet strength, found himself unexpectedly captivated. You, in turn, discovered a surprising warmth beneath the CEO's polished exterior, a vulnerability that mirrored your own.

Conversations, once confined to professional exchanges, blossomed into heartfelt dialogues, primarily through the graceful dance of sign language, revealing the hidden layers of your personalities.

One stormy evening, working late, Pierre overheard you humming softly to yourself, a melody that spoke of dreams and unspoken fears. Intrigued, he quietly entered the room. There you were, bathed in the soft glow of the computer screen, a song escaping your lips.

He watched, stunned, as the melody ended and you turned, your eyes wide with surprise at his presence. The carefully constructed illusion shattered. "All this time...you can speak?" he breathed, the disbelief evident in his voice. The revelation hung in the air, a silent promise of a future unwritten, a marriage finally ready to be truly lived.