The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson

Upon hearing those words, Roger's eye twitched as he turned to glare at his mother. "That's right, son, you shouldn't neglect Sophia and my grandchild," she insisted. "What... but-"

"While you two chat, I'll go unpack my things," declared Sophia, quickly detaching herself from him. She entered the apartment with her suitcases and started exploring the place while murmuring to herself. "Mom,

are you crazy oru

Roger complained quietly.

"Don't talk to me like that, Roger."

"How could you bring her to my house?"

"But I'm not doing anything wrong, since you two should be living together because of the baby and-"

"Mom, forget that because I'm going to bring Deborah back."

"What?! Why?" The women exclaimed in unison.

"Because I want to reclaim everything that was mine," he declared, crossing his

arms..

"What do you mean by that?" Sophia asked, unaware of the business matter.

"But your father...he didn't mention-"

"He was dead serious, and in case you don't remember, mother... I'm on probation at the company. Since I missed work yesterday, they gave me an ultimatum that if I miss again, I'll be fired." "That... that can't be..." Sophia was scared because that meant all her plans for a life of luxury were ruined... this was unthinkable for her. She was about to ruin her body for nothing.

In an attempt to escape from reality, Sophia distanced herself from them, continuing to explore the apartment and stake her claim on one of the rooms. No one could move her from her new home because she had worked hard to get that place. She wouldn't give it up so easily.

"Son, calm down, don't-scare your girlfriend. Remember, she shouldn't get upset

because of the baby," Isabelle said as she saw Sophia walking away.

"And don't worry, I'll talk with your father because these measures he's taking are utterly ridiculous. I'll make him come to his senses to give you everything back. God... leaving the presidency to Elliot, he truly has senile dementia."

"Well, good luck with that, Mom. In the meantime, I'll continue with my own plans."

"You don't have to do that, I'll make your father change his mind in no time," she declared, turning around to go talk to her husband.

Roger rolled his eyes before bidding her farewell. However, his words were cut off when he heard something fall behind him. He closed the door and went to see what was happening, finding Sophia moving some furniture and throwing some things on the floor. "What are you doing?" he asked, frowning.

"I'm moving some things because we need to remodel this place a bit to suit my tastes," she replied.

"Ah... and with what money do you plan to do that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, with your money, silly," she said, smiling at him. "We need to erase the mute girl's existence from this house," she said, advancing toward the wall where the wedding photograph was hanging to take it down.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"You are not touching anything," declared Roger, grabbing her arm to stop her.

""Why not?"

"Because you're not going to change anything in the house."

"But why?"

"Let me say this clearly: I DON'T HAVE MONEY."

"That's a good joke, my love. You're Roger Peterson, the current CEO of the largest jewelry company in the country, and-"

"And that was all because I was married to Deborah Anderson.'

"What... that's not..." Sophia looked at him incredulously.

"It's true. So, now that you know, I have to get my mute wife back if you want to continue living in luxury."

"But what about me? Where do I fit into all of this? Am I just your mistress again?" she asked furiously.

"I don't know. All I know is that I must first regain my position as CEO and

"BUT I'M YOUR PARTNER!"

"Well, if you want to be my partner so much, from now on, you'll do the same thing Deborah did: take care of the house, clean, do the shopping, cook for me, and have everything ready when I come home from work." "What..." Sophia was shocked to hear those words. "Why are you asking me to do the work of a maid?"

"Because that's the job of a good wife: to keep the house in order and be ready to attend to and make your husband happy, right?"

Sophia frowned at those cruel words; he had never treated her like that before. Well, guess what, I refuse. As your wife, you will respect me, and you'll hire a maid to

do all that."

"Well, since you don't want to, then go back to your house because those will be the rules if you want to live in this apartment right now."

Sophia was furious as she spun around silently, grabbed her suitcases, and headed for the door. "Fine, I'm going, don't stop me," she declared melodramatically.

But the moment the door of the apartment shut after her, she felt scared because that meant she could lose everything. She refused to go down without a fight because she had invested a lot of time and energy into winning over that idiot. Maybe she should change tactics-and quickly-because she refused to lose. everything. Maybe she should figure out how to get rid of the mute girl because she was still a nuisance to her.

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