Todos los capítulos de The Revenge of the Mute Wife: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Elliot: Deborah, are you okay? Deborah: Yeah, I’m just relaxing at home. Why? O.o? Elliot: Phew… that’s good to hear. It’s chaos over here X-X. Reporters are everywhere, and Mom is going hysterical about not being able to leave the house without getting harassed. Deborah: Heh… that’s new. Doesn't she usually love being the center of attention? Elliot: She’s crazy about being in the spotlight but not when it’s a scandal involving her precious son. Deborah: But this happened because she allowed Roger to have an affair with Sophia. So, I don’t get what she’s complaining about now. :/ Elliot: I know… Anyway, have the reporters been bothering you? Deborah: Don’t worry. I’m well hidden; they don’t know where I live. Elliot: Are you sure? With all the commotion, a neighbor might tip off the media about where you are. Deborah: Even if a neighbor gives them a lead, the place I live has pretty tight security. They can’t harass me that easily. Elliot: That’s good to hear, Debb

Roger stared at her, puzzled for a moment, before noticing that Caroline was looking to her left. Her words also caught the attention of everyone else in the room. When they turned to look in the same direction as Caroline, they were surprised to see a beautiful brunette woman with short hair approaching them. Roger felt as though he was in some sort of dream or a prank show because it wasn’t possible that this beautiful woman before him was Deborah, his mute wife. This woman was well-groomed, wearing makeup, and dressed in new clothes: a white long-sleeved blouse and a black pencil skirt that accentuated her slim, well-formed body. As she walked past him, he wondered if Deborah had always been this beautiful. In his memories, she had always worn the same clothes since they got married, which he found disgusting and unattractive. [Hello, Roger.] Deborah stood next to Christian. Roger was now certain it was Deborah. He recognized those same blue eyes and saw her signing at him,

"What…? That's ridic—" "But I'm glad you brought up that point, counselor. Now, I'd like to ask, why do you claim my client has no money if she is Mrs. Peterson?" Christian turned his gaze to Roger. "Tell me, why does the wife of a multi-millionaire CEO not have a single cent in her pocket to hire a lawyer?" Everyone in the courtroom began murmuring, suddenly intrigued by this detail. "Um… well..." John struggled to respond, feeling foolish for not wondering about this himself. "In fact, your statement is quite absurd, counselor," Christian continued. "How can you claim your client is a faithful husband while proudly stating his wife has no money? Did he treat her worse than a slave? Even a domestic worker gets paid for her services of taking care of the house." John and Roger scowled, realizing they were losing ground with this simple argument. "Order," the judge demanded, banging his gavel when the audience's voices began to echo louder. "Counselor," he addressed John, "I

“That’s not true. I need Deborah by my side,” Roger declared, standing up. “To have your maid cook and clean for free?” Christian retorted sarcastically. “The evidence of your infidelity is overwhelmingly clear. It’s obvious this started right when your marriage began. You’ve never respected Deborah, so why not separate? It’s clear you neither love nor respect her as a person.” Christian handed the judge a folder containing more evidence of how poorly Deborah had been treated at home. Roger scowled and clenched his fists, wanting nothing more than to punch this meddling fool, but he had to restrain himself. John was also worried about the situation. The video alone was a bombshell against them, and he realized that all the arguments and evidence he had prepared were now useless. Roger had flaunted his affair so openly that everyone in the company knew the mistress was the favorite. She was always at the office, taken on shopping sprees, and showered with all the new jewelry relea

"Mrs. Isabelle Peterson, please proceed to the stand," the judge instructed. Isabelle approached the stand, took the oath, and sat down. "Mrs. Isabelle Peterson, could you tell us how your son has suffered at the hands of—" "Objection," Christian interrupted. "If he loves Deborah, how can she be cruel and abusive towards his mother? Isn’t that contradictory?" "Not at all. She bewitched my son, making him fall hopelessly in love, but in secret, she mistreated and insulted me," Isabelle replied melodramatically. "I’d like to know how some hand movements could insult you to the point of causing such offense," Christian said, glaring at the older woman. "Do not interrupt my questioning," John retorted angrily. "Counsel, wait your turn." "Tch..." [Calm down, Christian.] Deborah signed. "So, Mrs. Isabelle Peterson, can you tell us what you know?" John asked. "Of course, Deborah appears very kind and all that, but she’s actually very cruel and rude. In fact, even her own