The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 

Isabelle pointed at Sophia’s belly. “You’re mistaken, dear. That will be grandchild,” she said. 

“What do you mean?” Sophia was puzzled. 

my second 

“Deborah is pregnant and a month ahead of you,” Roger chimed in, arms crossed. 

Sophia’s eyes widened. “Wait, seriously?” 

“Yes,” Roger confirmed. “So using the baby to win my father’s favor won’t work, Sophia. He’s publicly declared that he’ll only recognize one grandchild, and that’s Deborah’s.” 

“But perhaps Sophia and her little bastard can help us,” Isabelle mused. “If Sophia’s child is a boy, we might still have a chance to reclaim everything.” 

Sophia interjected, “Wait, why do you call my son a bastard?” 

“Because Peterson Group has always been passed down to the firstborn,” Roger explained. “If Sophia’s child is a boy, logically and traditionally, we can fight to regain everything for him.” 

Roger’s excitement grew. “But what if Deborah’s child is also a boy?” 

Sophia felt a knot of worry. There was a detail she hadn’t shared with Roger about the baby,‘ and now things were getting complicated. 

“Well,” Isabelle said reluctantly, “I suppose we’ll have to take care of Sophia now.” 

Sophia asked, “What do you mean?” 

“Things are changing,” Isabelle continued. “Starting with how I manage the money I give you.” 

Sophia hesitated. “Speaking of money, I recently tried to use the card you gave me, but it didn’t work. So, I used the emergency card from your paycheck.” 

Roger’s panic set in. He hadn’t checked his account amidst the drama. Grabbing his phone, he checked his account balance and gasped at the amount spent on Sophia’s‘ emergency.‘ 

“What did you spend so much on?” Roger demanded to know. 

Sophia explained that she had been buying things for the baby. “You know, baby 

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stuff.” 

“But so much?” Roger fumed. “Sophia, give me those cards!” 

Sophia resisted, but Roger wrestled her bag away and pulled out her wallet. “What’s wrong with you?” she protested. 

“This money is mine,” Roger declared. “I’ve been supporting you all this time.” 

“But Roger-” 

“Listen to me, and listen very carefully: I’m not rich anymore!” 

Sophia stammered, “T–That’s i–impossible.” 

“I’m poor because of you!” Roger snapped. “Well, now that I’m free from Deborah, I’ll make you my wife, just as you wanted.” 

Sophia’s eyes widened. “That means we’ll live in that house you told me about?” 

“You’ll live here,” Roger said. “And you’ll take care of the house, handle the groceries, pay bills, and have my dinner ready when I come home.” 

Sophia couldn’t believe it. “I’m not a maid!”