The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson

Chapter 12



Deborah felt a slight shiver, but she tried to push her anxiety away from her mind because no one would come to yell at her anymore. She approached the mirror in the living room, where she smiled at her reflection. 'Don't be afraid, Deborah. This is the first step to finding your own happiness,' she told herself.

For the first time in a long time, she finally managed to sleep early and didn't set her alarm because there was no one left to attend to. The next morning, she woke up early, feeling a bit startled to find herself in an unfamiliar room, but then relaxed as she remembered it wasn't a dream... she had truly left that apartment and Roger behind.

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'Well, today my first day in my new life,' she thought, smiling as she got out of bed to take a shower. Upon stepping out, she noticed the few clothes she owned, which were seriously old and worn out. She decided that if she was going to change her life, she should start with her appearance and wardrobe.

With that plan in mind, she finished dressing and went to have breakfast. It was the perfect opportunity to explore what was in the kitchen. As she sat down to eat, she used her laptop to check her bank account and organize her expenses for the things she would need to buy.

Just as she finished breakfast, she received a video call from Caroline.

"Good morning, how are you?"

[It feels strange but really good.]

"Hehe, I can imagine, but now you'll be more at ease in your own home."

[Yea... hey, do you have anything to do?]

"No, I was just thinking of working on the garden. Why?"

[I want to get back to being myself.]

"Heh... that means what I think it means."

[Yup... will you come shopping with me? I want to leave behind this pitiful abandoned look because if I'm going to regain my happiness and freedom, I have to start by reclaiming the woman I was before Roger's abuse.] +15 BONUS

"YES! Finally, my friend Deborah is back," Caroline said happily. "You know, I've missed you a lot."

[I missed myself too.] Deborah smiled. [And I can't go to court wearing my usual clothes.]

"In that case, I'll be at your house in about 30 minutes for a full day of shopping," Caroline said, winking before ending the call.

Deborah laughed at her friend's enthusiasm and let out a sigh. She resumed making a list of the things she would need to buy for the house: food for about a week or more; cleaning and personal hygiene items; and some stationery because she loved keeping track of all her expenses.

Just as she finished jotting down notes, she heard a knock on the door. She smiled and opened it to find her neighbor.

"Good morning, gorgeous," Jayden said playfully, carrying two paper bags.

[Good morning. What's this?]

"Someone promised me a pie, so I wanted to help by bringing the ingredients."All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Deborah laughed as she let him in to leave the groceries on the table.

"Oh... looks like I arrived at a bad time since this list tells me you're going shopping,

he said, seeing her notes.

[Yes, I'm going to buy several things I need.]

"Do you want me to come along?"

[Caroline will accompany me.]

"Ah... well, in that case, have a lot of fun, and be careful because we don't know how your ex will react."

[Iknow, although knowing him, he's probably busy packing his things from that apartment to go live in that house with Sophia.]

""What house?"

[The one that was supposed to be ours as newlyweds... but when we were about to move in, he said he preferred to take me to that apartment.] "You know, every time you mention him, I feel like punching him or doing

something worse... but I guess it's not worth going to jail for such trash."

[That's right, you're worth more, and I believe in karma.]

"Well, I have to go to the office for a while, but um... would you let me take you out for dinner?"

[No.]

"Ah... I see, I guess you'll be taking your time shopping then."

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