Episode 7

Irina:

After that unpleasant encounter with Ines, we returned to the mansion. I didn't feel well, so I asked Martha to call people to paint and make some changes. But then, I felt better when I saw some flowers and chocolates sent by Dmitry, along with a note that said: "No matter how dark the day may be, remember that you are my light, and I will never let it fade. You are a queen, and as such, you should shine." I smiled as I read it.

After that, I went downstairs to help Martha with things that needed to be done, but the specialists arrived. One was a speech specialist, and the other was a psychologist. The interview with them took place in Dmitry's office. The speech specialist examined me first and determined that there was nothing physical. Then, I spoke with the psychologist.

Fortunately, both of them knew sign language, so I told him since when I couldn't speak and everything I experienced with my father, sister, and stepmother. He suggested hypnosis or cognitive therapy to help me remember the incident with my mother, but that disturbs me. I don't want to remember; I don't want to relive that moment. It's painful for me. After they left, I went up to my room. I felt lost. I didn't want to remember. I simply wanted to forget. The memories with my father and his wife are already painful, as well as the treatment from my sister and ex-husband, and now to remember my mother's murder.

I was in my room, lost in my thoughts when Dmitry entered. At first, I didn't notice his presence until he spoke and approached me. He didn't want to see me sad, and I could tell he genuinely cared about me. I felt safe, and for the first time, I wanted to be his without him chasing me. So, I kissed him, and he kissed me back. We undressed each other. What we started on the bed continued in the bathtub. In his arms, I feel good. I've only known him for a short time, but with him, I feel the security that I've never felt with my family.

"So, you've started changing the mansion; it seems everything will have even more color," Dmitry commented.

"Doesn't it bother you that so many things are being changed?" I asked on my phone.

"No, this is your home, change whatever you want, except your husband," he joked, and I smiled.

And so, our days went, always ending up in bed or in the bathtub, naked. The changes in the mansion progressed quickly. Dmitry wanted to convince me to undergo hypnosis or cognitive therapy, but I don't feel ready for them. I need to think about it, but in the meantime, I'm attending regular therapy sessions as I prepare to make a decision.

I started working with Dmitry at his company. Everyone respects and supports me. I suppose being the boss's wife has something to do with it. Additionally, Dmitry has a rest room in his office, and when we're alone, we end up there naked. On a few occasions, we stayed there overnight. Sometimes, I feel like he is too perverted. He doesn't care if someone overhears us or if there's anyone else in the office. I have considered quitting working for my perverted husband, but I know he won't let me stay at home if he can have me at the office.

We have been married for a month now, and I must admit that I feel many things for Dmitry. I don't know what it is; I've never felt this before, but I enjoy being with him in his arms or simply watching a movie. Sometimes, he takes me to beautiful restaurants for dinner or to the park for a walk and we have ice cream while watching children play. I love his company, and he doesn't seem to dislike mine. On the contrary, he always wants to be close to me.

A couple of days ago, there was news in the newspaper about Ines and Steve's wedding. They looked radiant. It's the wedding of the year. It also mentions Ines being two months pregnant and how happy both families are for the arrival of the first grandchild. No one ever knew that I was married to Steve, so for everyone, this is their first marriage.

"Are you okay with this news?" Dmitry asked, and I nodded. Then, I took out my phone.

"They mean nothing to me now. I trusted them before, but now those families and I are strangers," I replied on the phone.

"You should consider the hypothesis, perhaps you'll start speaking again," Dmitry suggested.

"Does it bother you that I can't speak?" I inquired.

"No, I enjoy being with you, with or without your voice. However, I think you should give it a try and maybe even confront them someday. Doesn't it frustrate you not being able to shout in their faces everything you feel?" Dmitry asked.

"Yes, but I'm afraid. What if I undergo the hypothesis and it doesn't work? What if I never regain my voice?" I wrote.

"It's a possibility, but we must exhaust all possibilities. Promise me you'll consider it," Dmitry pleaded.

"Alright, I will think about it a lot," I wrote.

"That's my queen. Now come on, I'll take you to a nice restaurant," Dmitry said. Both of us left the company to have lunch outside and then head back to the mansion, which is now fully decorated to my liking.

Everything looks beautiful. There's more light and color, everything appears better and feels like home. The only thing missing is the children, and Dmitry works hard to make that happen. I also want a baby, and I want a child from both of us. I want them to resemble their father, to be as handsome and as much of a wonderful gentleman as him. But I don't know, God hasn't sent us a baby yet. So, I've been thinking about going to the gynecologist to see if there might be something wrong with me because I've never used contraception and haven't gotten pregnant.

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