The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson
Chapter 46

Chapter 46

For a moment, Roger remained in a state of shock, because he had truly lost everything. It sounded so surreal. He was the eldest son of the Peterson family, the second-richest family in the country. And now, he had become a nobody with no money or family support. All because of that stupid mute.

The moment he thought about Deborah, he clenched his fists tightly, swearing to himself that this wouldn't be the end; he would reclaim everything that was

rightfully his no matter how long it took. "Son..."

His mother's voice interrupted his thoughts. She was very distressed about everything that was happening, especially now that she was homeless.

"Take it easy, Mom," he said, approaching to hug her. "This... this is just a rough patch. Everything will be sorted out in a few days." He tried to sound confident but even he had his doubts considering how set his father seemed to be in revoking their privileges. "Come, let's go to my apartment so you can rest a bit."

"Yes... you're right, son," she said, trying to calm her anxiety.

Isabelle and Roger got into the latter's car and headed to the apartment. They arrived just in time because Isabelle's belongings were just arriving too.

Roger immediately opened the door for the movers to bring everything inside, leaving several boxes with the woman's clothes, shoes, and accessories piled up in the living room.

"This is humiliating..." Isabelle whispered, seeing all her things stacked up in the

room.

"Alright, just sign here please," one of the movers said.

"Thank you, and this is for you guys," Roger tipped the men and bid them farewell. After he closed the door, Roger let out a sigh and saw that his mother looked like she was about to cry. "Come on, Mom, let me help you get settled in. Do you want the room she used or the guest room?"

"The guest room, I don't want to be in the place where that stupid girl was," the woman declared angrily.

Roger helped her arrange his mother's things in the guest room. When they were finished, they ordered something from a restaurant to eat.

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While waiting for the food, they began to discuss what they would do next because they refused to accept this reality. They were determined to reclaim their lives by

any means necessary.

"I'm going to fight-I'm not going to accept this nonsense of a divorce." Isabelle was angry. "A divorcee at my age? Never! I refuse."

"And I'll support you, Mom. Besides, I'm sure Dad did this because of what happened yesterday. He'll come around in a few days and things will return to normal because you're his beloved wife." "That's right, Roger, you're absolutely right."

Just then, they heard a knock on the door.

"That was quick," Isabelle remarked. "I'll set the table."

Roger smiled and went to open the door to receive the food, but it wasn't the delivery person he was met with. It was a certain troublemaker.

"Hi, darling," Sophia said, throwing herself into his arms. "Look, I brought a cake to celebrate and-"

"Celebrate?" he interrupted her as he grabbed her arms to push her away.

"Yeah, because now you're officially divorced from that mute and-"

"Shut up! There's nothing to celebrate.

"What do you mean?" Sophia was confused, thinking the divorce would solve everything.

"Son, why are you yelling at the delivery guy? What happened? Oh... it's you...' Isabelle said, giving a dirty look to Sophia who was entering the apartment.

"Mom, how are you? Oh, let me guess, you're here visiting your son to congratulate him on the divorce, right?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not here for a visit. I now live here because of the stupid trial," she replied angrily.

"What...? What do you mean you live here? Sophia made a face as she spoke-her life plans did not include living under the same roof with that annoying old woman. What happened to your house?" "My house is fine. What happened is that my husband has kicked me out for

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supporting you instead of the mute." Isabelle was furious. "So all of this is your fault!

"Mom, don't yell at me," Sophia said, trying to sound sad with some tears in her eyes. "Please remember that I shouldn't stress myself for the sake of your first grandchild."