The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson
Chapter 128

Chapter 128

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Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Just as Roger was about to strike her in front of everyone, another fist moved faster, hitting Roger in the face and making hirm fall to the ground.

Finally showing everyone what you are," Jayden said, managing to move in before Roger could land his blow. "Are you really going to hit a pregnant woman?

"The brat inside her is mine, so I can do whatever I want with him

At those words, everyone looked at Roger with horror, disqust, and disapproval.

"Security" Elliot called the guards who were undercover at the party. They appeared and firmly restrained Roger

"Let me go!" Roger shouted as he was restrained.

"We've already called the police, sir."

"No... wait, you can't!" Roger tried to struggle but received a slap from Deborah

hope I never see you again," she said, looking at him with hatred.

"Ha...you're crazy, but guess what... you're mine because you're carrying my child."

"You're mistaken," Deborah said, wincing with pain as she continued to put a strain on her throat. But she needed him to hear her words. "You rejected this baby before he even came into my womb, so you have no rights over him."

"James is my son, so don't ever try anything against my fiancée and child again or I'll personally make sure you regret it for the rest of your life," Jayden declared, hugging Deborah.

Roger saw her take refuge in Jayden's arms and felt completely defeated as he was taken away by the guards to be put in a patrol car.

"Roger." Isabelle didn't know what to do at that moment.

"And now..." Elliot began, looking at his mother and Sophia. "You both get out of here."

""You can't-"

"I can because I don't see you as a mother," he said, pointing at her before turning to Sophia. "And I hate you, so... guards!"

The security personnel grabbed the two women and forcefully removed them from the venue.

The atmosphere felt a bit awkward for a moment, but Derrick the MC acted quickly, announcing a surprise show with the special guest of the night, who began to play some of his most popular songs.

Thanks to that, the evening returned to its normal course, with everyone enjoying dinner and many taking the opportunity to place orders for the jewelry pieces.

By the end of the grand event, it was a success for the company because they received many orders for all the pieces exhibited.

Of course, everything that happened that night became the main topic of news the following day.

Chapter 120

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Isabelle wished the ground would swallow her up because all those nosy reporters were mocking her. And worst of all, she was alone again because Sophia had abandoned her when they were removed from the place and Roger was still arrested. "It's all her fault... we shouldn't have trusted her," Isabelle sald angrily, as her plan was to go to the party to reconcile with her husband and gradually make him forget the stupid idea of giving everything to Elliot. But nothing worked because they foolishly decided to follow Sophia's plan. "And now... what do I do?"

She felt comered, as she had never imagined in her worst nightmares she would be divorcing her husband at this age. And, worst of all, she didn't have money to bail her son out of jail.

Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a message from George, saying: See you at our café in an hour.

Isabelle was excited. The message gave her hope that things might change for the better.

She tried to make herself look beautiful and charming to him before heading to the meeting.

Upon arrival, she saw that the place was closed, but someone was waiting at the entrance.

"Good morning. Miss Isabelle. Please come in, they're expecting you," said the person as he opened the door for her.

"Thank you," she said, happy to see that he had reserved the entire place for them.

Upon entering, she saw George at the center table, a waiter serving him a cup of coffee. As she approached the table, their eyes met, causing her to smile, but...

"Francis, coffee for the lady," George said without looking at her. The waiter obeyed the order, placing a cup in front of the empty seat. "Sit down, Isabelle," said George, almost as an instruction.

She felt a lump in her throat when he didn't get up to pull the chair out for her. Isabelle sat in silence, facing him. "Thank you," she said to the waiter, who left to give them privacy. "Um.... it was a nice gesture to rent out the whole place."

"I did it so we could talk privately," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "Tell me, why haven't you signed the divorce papers?"