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?

my family's plotting, I don't want it anymore! Do you have a problem with

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

you can come and go as you please in the Bamford family? What about the debt you and your

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

approached the staircase, a strong grip pulled

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 demonstrate what you're capable of

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

in the enclosed space. The air around them seemed

surge of anger shot up

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

placed his hands on either side of her head. She felt his heavy breaths on her

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

possible. "You're making a scene because you're jealous. Are you that bothered about Elena?

mention Elena struck a nerve with Angela. She swallowed down the nervousness from slapping him

was simply too used to their physical contact. Either way, Angela's actions ignited his desire, and he

in all the right places. Though

He then leaned in, his lips lingering over hers. One of his

came to her senses and realized what Dexter was

he was this forceful. But now that she intended to divorce

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

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

trailed lower as his lips brushed