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?

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

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

you can come and go as you please in the

family owes you, go to them. What do I owe you, Dexter? I don't owe you a thing!

turned to leave. After three years of being Mrs. Bamford, all her belongings didn't even fill a

staircase, a

see yourself? Ha! It seems

as the dull pain radiated from her chin. Out of reflex and in retaliation,

on his face, a loud slap echoed in the enclosed space. The air around them seemed

shot up

up and

on either side of her head. She

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

most intimate way possible. "You're making a scene because you're

struck a nerve with Angela. She swallowed down the nervousness from slapping him earlier and

it could also be that Dexter was simply too

always had an alluring figure; she had beautiful curves in all the right places. Though she was

darkening. He then leaned in, his lips lingering over hers. One of his hands moved to grip

realized what Dexter

forceful. But now

of the impact that her soft, moaning tone had

being so weak. All it took was a light kiss from Dexter, and what was supposed to be a firm rejection sounded like she was playing hard-to-get

into this. His wandering hand trailed