The Revenge of the Mute Wife

Deborah was abused all her life. During her childhood, she was mistreated by her stepmother and stepsiblings, causing her to lose her ability to speak due to the trauma. As an adult, she thought things would change when she married the man she loved, Roger Peterson, but he hated her with a passion and considered her a nuisance for being mute.

Roger was always distant and never cared about the pain he caused her. Instead, his attention fell entirely on his childhood sweetheart, spoiling her and making her his mistress.

Afraid of being alone, Deborah endured her marriage to Roger for three years, thinking that if she loved and understood him, he would notice her worth and leave his mistress. But she soon realized that would never happen and had reached her limit. Deborah wanted a divorce to seek her own happiness. Even if Roger refused to out of pride, she wouldn't give up because she had found a reason to fight for her right to live a happy life.

"Sir, today is your wife's birthday. Don't you want to go back to the apartment?" asked the driver of the luxurious SUV.

"I told you not to mention her," snapped the man with black hair, frowning.

"I'm sorry, sir," the driver said, looking troubled, and continued driving back to the company.

Roger Peterson, the CEO of the city's top tech company, grimaced before leaning back in his seat, staring out the window.

He was the pride of his family, nearly perfect, but his talents and good looks were overshadowed by one flaw: the woman who lived under the same roof, the one who ruined his life.

Roger frowned again, thinking about her. He hated her so much that he even cursed her existence, wondering why she didn't just die. Unfortunately for him, he was bound to her forever by some cruel twist of fate.

When they arrived at the company, Roger sighed and got out to head to his office.

After a while, he tried to relax in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment to clear his mind of the day's stress. It wasn't work that had him so wound up.

"Mr. Peterson?"

Roger's frown deepened even with his eyes closed. He hated being interrupted. When he opened his eyes, he saw a ginger-haired man standing next to him.

"It's time to wake up," the man said.

"What do you want, Fabian?" Roger asked, opening his eyes fully.

"You told me to remind you of the time," Fabian replied.

Roger glanced at the clock on his desk; it was 5:15 PM.

"Right, thanks," he said, standing up and straightening his clothes. Satisfied with his appearance, he headed for the door.

"Have my car ready," he told Fabian on the way out. "And hey, did you get--"

"Yes," Fabian interrupted, making a face. "Everything is ready: the car and the gifts you always bring for her."

"Hm... thank you," Roger said, leaving the office with a big smile.

Fabian