The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson novel Chapter 1

"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 watched him go and sighed, shaking his head. What his boss was doing didn't sit right with him, but he knew his opinion wouldn't matter.

When Roger arrived at the parking lot, an employee handed him the keys to his luxurious black sports car and the gifts Fabian had bought.

He thanked the employee, placed the items in the car, and set off for his special appointment.

His destination was the most luxurious hotel in the city.

Upon arrival, Roger handed his car over to the valet and, carrying the roses and gift, walked slowly into the hotel.

As usual, several women nearby stared at him and whispered excitedly about how hot and handsome he was, comments that only inflated his ego and made him smile arrogantly.

"Honey."

Roger turned and smiled, seeing a beautiful blonde with long, straight hair and a curvy figure coming toward him. She leaned in to kiss him on the lips.