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

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

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

a thing! Even if I did, three years of warming

to argue with Dexter anymore. So, she picked up her only suitcase and turned to leave. After three years of being Mrs. Bamford, all her

she approached the staircase, a strong grip

how you see yourself? Ha! It seems I've overestimated you. You don't even know how to

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

landed on his face, a loud slap echoed in the enclosed

of anger shot up in Dexter's

second, Angela felt the world spinning around her as Dexter picked her up and threw her onto the bed. His expression was terrifying, and he exuded

head. She

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

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

the nervousness from slapping him earlier and tried to push Dexter

shown refusal, or it could also be that Dexter was simply too used to their physical contact. Either

had beautiful curves in all the right places. Though

forehead, his gaze darkening. He then leaned in, his lips lingering over hers.

and realized

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

Dexter! Stop..." Angela was unaware of the impact that her

even a hint of a sob in her meek protest. Angela cursed herself for being so weak. All it took was a light kiss from Dexter, and what was supposed to

this. His wandering hand trailed lower as