Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim by Dream Fish

Chapter 3

Dexter could hardly believe what he had just heard.

Throughout his marriage with Angela, he had only ever seen a submissive and hopeful look in her eyes. He knew she feared losing him.

The term "divorce" was probably the thing she had feared hearing the most in the past three years.

But now, she had uttered it so casually.

When Dexter had seen Angela's retreating back at the office this morning, he had already felt annoyed. That emotion resurfaced again. He casually picked up a cigarette from the pack on the table and lit it.

Amid the swirling smoke, Dexter questioned in a cold voice, "What? Are you upset because I didn't accompany you yesterday? Or is it because I refused to let you participate in that ridiculous competition? "Angela, are you out of your mind? You cried and begged to be Mrs. Bamford. You live in a villa and have luxury cars to drive you around. I even propped up your failing family. What more could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"

The disdain and contempt in his words made Angela feel a chill run down her spine.

She should have known better.

She couldn't hold back anymore. She retorted loudly, almost shouting, "Mrs. Bamford? So what if I'm Mrs. Bamford? Have you ever seen a rich man's wife as pathetic as I am?"

She stormed into the study, grabbed a bulky contract, and threw it in front of Dexter forcefully. "You should know what this is better than I do! I'm expected to keep up appearances in front of your family. But when I come home, even the household staff can show me attitude!

"What kind of wife spends her birthday being yet another portfolio addition to a fireworks designer and is given the very same six-inch birthday cake that was given to the nanny?

is true that I got to become Mrs. Bamford because of my family's plotting, I don't want it anymore! Do

this side of Angela unfamiliar. At the same time, he thought she was being ridiculous. "Do you think you can just get into this marriage and end it as you wish? You'd

raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Do you think you can come and go as you please in the Bamford family?

family owes you, go to them. What do I owe you, Dexter? I don't owe you a thing! Even if I did, three years of warming your bed

only suitcase and turned to leave. After three years of being Mrs. Bamford, all her belongings didn't even fill a small suitcase—this was

the staircase, a

was stormy as he gripped her chin and forced her to look up at him. "Warming my bed? Is that how you see yourself? Ha! It seems I've overestimated you. You don't even know how to be proactive in bed or please me. Shall I give you a chance to

as the dull pain radiated from her chin.

echoed in the enclosed space. The air

anger shot up

Dexter picked her up and threw her onto the bed. His expression was

on either side of her head. She felt his heavy breaths on her face. They

looming danger. As she stared at the vivid handprint on his face, she couldn't help but cower

neck and spoke unkind words in the most intimate way possible. "You're making a scene because you're jealous. Are you that bothered about Elena? Isn't pretending your

swallowed down the nervousness from slapping him earlier and tried

be that Dexter was simply too used to

alluring figure; she had beautiful curves in all the right

a few strands of stray hair off her forehead, his gaze darkening. He then leaned in, his lips lingering over

her senses and realized what Dexter

it hard to refuse him when he was this forceful. But now that

was unaware of the impact that her soft, moaning tone

being so weak. All it took was

His wandering hand trailed lower as