Chapter 137 She Could Jall with Joseph for Two Years
Ashton’s face froze. He didn’t expect Deborah would deny her amnesia.
He looked at Deboral. “Debby, you lost a lot of memories three years ago. What other reasons would have brought you to Oceanview City with Joseph all these years?”
But Deborah only looked at the police. “I never lost my memories or went delusional. I suffered abuse from my husband’s domestic violence three years ago, and I wanted to divorce him.
“But he refused, so I snuck to Oceanview City with Joseph to escape from Ashton. Such is my will. And everything that happened between me and Joseph was completely consensual.”
“My memory is intact,” she reiterated, “so is my mental state. I take full responsibility for my actions.”
“My wife lost her memories for three years,” said Ashton angrily. “She’s still a bit delirious right now. I never imprisoned her, but merely fulfilled my responsibility as a husband for my mentally unstable wife.”
The police were hard to make judgments with so many people watching.
Joseph silently came down the stairs and walked behind Deborah.
Deborah reached out her hand and held on to Joseph’s in front of everyone.
She didn’t even tell Joseph about what she was doing today, leaving h unprepared.
He just lost control upstairs when Deborah hugged and kissed him.
He never expected Deborah to go public with it like this.
Ashton and Deborah’s marriage was still recognized by law.
Deborah’s actions would undoubtedly nail her to the wall in public view, and she would be shunned and scorned by
everyone.
Joseph didn’t want her to be like that. If Ashton really was to press charges and be unreasonable.
It would be Joseph Black who tricked Deborah, and it had nothing to do with her. He never wanted her to bear for
anything.
Whether it was being scorned, ruining his career, or going to jail, he would have Deborah far away from all these.
Of course, that was Ashton’s plan as well.
So he was planning to accuse Joseph of kidnapping and avoid mentioning Deborah’s cheating.
But now Deborah had kissed Joseph, then held his hand in front of everyone.
Joseph instinctively tried to take back his hand. He didn’t want to drag Deborah into any of these and tried to speak on her behalf.
Deborah, however, was not letting go, and she looked back at him. “What are you afraid of, Joseph? We did nothing wrong. There is no need to feel threatened or afraid.”
She looked at the police calmly. “I went willingly. Joseph did not trick me.”
The police couldn’t help but remind her. “Ms. Shepherd, you should be aware that what you’re doing is marital infidelity, a direct violation of the Marriage Law.”
“I am well aware of this,” Deborah replied. “But I don’t believe a woman should still uphold the marriage law when
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she was abused and violated by her husband.
“A marriage certificate justifies two people living together, not a man beating up his wife.”
Ashton’s face went cold, and he tried to grab Deborah. “Let go; that’s enough. You should be aware of the situation right now.”
Deborah threw away Ashton’s hand, then took out her phone and showed the documents to the police. “These are the evidence from three years ago when Ashton signed my liver donation paper.
“He then signed to force-continue the operation when I was in critical. His grandfather beat me into miscarriage; here’s the recording.”
Dr. Garza provided her with the files. As for the recording, according to Dr. Garza, Ashton was being paranoid at the time, and he bugged Deborah.
The recording played out loud, and Hector Mullen’s voice came out clearly.
“I will not allow the fruit of the Mullen family to be born from your womb and become your bargaining chip. You and your child can go to hell together!”
The recording was from three years ago; Hector didn’t even recall himself doing something like that.
But then it quickly came back to him. It was in this very front yard of the Mullen Manor three years ago when he ordered his bodyguard to beat Deborah hard with a club, causing her miscarriage.
Hector couldn’t hold it anymore. He stepped in furiously to put a stop to this. “This is a slander! The recording was fake. With all the good I’ve done my whole life, I’d never heard a fly, let alone my own child!”
Deborah ignored his reproaches and brought up another recording.
“I recorded this last night. I had hoped that Ashton would mend his ways after three years, but he’s still that bastard he had always been, and he forced me to be intimate. He also told me to stay inside the Flora Villa and not to go out without his permission.”
The record played, and Ashton’explained. “Debby, I was a little impatient last night, and I was only joking about not letting you leave. Plus, it’s for your own good.”
Deborah looked at him coldly. “I went out with you yesterday, not because you threatened me; I wanted to see what became of you after three years.
“But last night, you forced me to be intimate with you, almost suffocating me. And then you told me to stay inside Flora Villa and never to go out without your permission. Reality check. You’d never change.”
Actually, Deborah did lose her memories.
She’d like to see for herself what her lawful husband was like.
And it turned out exactly as Dr. Garza said; Ashton threatened her, forced her, disregarded her health conditions, and showed no respect for her.
Deborah didn’t remember what she was like three years ago.
But Deborah Shepherd now would never resign herself to such a husband.
The police then asked. “So about the issue with Ms. Shepherd’s amnesia and mental health…”
“Never happened,” said Deborah.
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