Chapter 1


It was actually very obvious whether a man loved a woman or not. Angela Graham knew it very well.

For example, Dexter Bamford could spend a fortune buying out all the billboards in the central business district to celebrate the birthday of his first love, Elena Carrey. He did so that the whole city would be able to tell his sincerity toward her.

But for Angela's birthday, all she got was just a small, six-inch cake. In fact, it was the very same cake the nanny had gotten on her birthday.

Angela chuckled when she saw the cake. It made sense, after all. Although she was Dexter's legally wedded wife, the actual Mrs. Bamford, her job scope wasn't much different from the nanny's anyway.

The only extra task she had was sleeping with Dexter.

Angela felt tears well in her eyes when she thought about this. The loneliness in her eyes stood out like a sore thumb amid the noisy surroundings of the party.

Dexter had been late to the party as always. Actually, he had planned on staying at the banquet hall for a while longer, but he had received a message just then.

He opened up the message, not bothering to hide anything from Angela. It was as if her feelings weren't even worth considering at any point.

"It kinda hurts... Can you come over?"

Along with the message was a photo of a woman's bare back, decorated all over with red hickeys and love bites, as if she had just finished rolling in the sheets with her lover a few minutes ago. It was very suggestive.

Angela couldn't even describe what she was feeling anymore. She just felt the discomfort in her stomach start to intensify.

She knew the person who had sent Dexter the messages. It was his secretary, Erica Carrey, Elena's younger sister. She had just never imagined that Erica was also one of Dexter's sex partners.

Angela stared at Dexter's phone for a long time. It wasn't until Dexter addressed her that she finally snapped back to her senses.

"Done staring?"

her head, her gaze

He exuded a cold and aloof air as he threw Angela another glance and nonchalantly slipped the

his wife had found out about his affair. He

lowered her head like a guilty child who had just done something wrong. She shifted

Graham, had remarried, and

the company. He had also long forgotten his promise to Marie and abandoned Angela for the sake of his new wife,

right to question Dexter, the head of the household who provided for her. It didn't matter that she used to be

about to leave, Angela tugged on the corner of his shirt and said, "Dexter,

close to her. He chuckled in her ear and said, "What, tonight?

Dexter had never gone easy on

people around them couldn't help teasing them watching their interaction. They joked that Dexter and Angela kept behaving like newlyweds in their honeymoon phase with how often they

this so-called intimacy was only a

he owned. He had been forced to marry her, so she was a

Angela a chance to answer, Dexter nodded at the rest of

later than usual. Angela glanced at the

as she waited for him. When she saw him enter the house, she

smelled like peaches. Obviously, this scent didn't belong

"Dexter-"

was immediately interrupted. However, it was obvious that Dexter misunderstood

a dog?" He said it nonchalantly, as if reminding Angela about her position in

a nanny who should always turn a blind eye to Dexter's tomfoolery, serve him food, and satisfy him in bed whenever he wanted. She was not to bother about anything

say, you can wait until I've showered," Dexter said, walking around Angela as

from the bathroom with a head of messy hair. His bathrobe

stood up from the couch and didn't dare to look up at him. It had been so many years, and Dexter still managed to

knocking his textbook off to the ground. From the moment he had smiled at her and told her it

that Zack had racked up a huge debt from his gambling

to Marie all along and had nothing to do with them! How

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