Abusive Wife Novel

Chapter 70

Suzette Grant grabbed hold of Mr. Charles by his shirt, her eyes seething with anger. Mr. Charles barely reacted to her act of physical violence. Instead, he remained as composed as ever, waving for the security guards who eventually came over and escorted the mother and daughter out of the villa.

As Angie Grant watched the doors to the villa close right in front of her eyes, she felt a dreadful sense of impending doom. She never imagined that Noah, who was usually so prim and proper, could treat her like this. He was the one

who said that he was a man of

principles. How could he chase her out onto the streets just like that? She could not, nor did she want to understand.

“Mom, what do I do know?” Angie cried to her mother in desperation, falling to the ground dramatically. “I’ve shared a bed with Noah all this time and now he

just dumps me without warning. I won’t get to marry into the Quincys anymore!”

“Angie, all this crying won’t solve your problems,” Suzette remarked in a surprisingly calm tone.

“Wh… what should I do then…” Angie’s lips trembled.

“He took advantage of you, Angie. He won’t get away with it so easily, nor will his family,” Suzette’s tone was clipped. She dragged her daughter back up to her feet and led her to their parked car. At the same time, she was already looking for a contact number on her phone.

Angie was sitting quietly in the passenger seat, her face ashen and depressed, when her phone suddenly buzzed in her purse. Thinking it could have been Noah finally replying to her,

she frantically searched her purse and fished her phone out. However, she only saw a Facebook headline that immediately caught her attention and sent her heart palpitating.

“Mom, look at this! What is this?!” Angie passed the phone to her mother with shaky hands. There was an eye- catching photo of Madeline Grant that was making its rounds on Facebook, together with an equally sensational headline. That wench… how dare she?!

“What is this nonsense?!” Suzette uttered disagreeably. “Is Noah not doing anything about these rumors? Shouldn’t you be the one putting out news about your engagement with Noah?” Suzette did not know what exactly had happened, but her instinct told her that Madeline Grant had something to do with this. She would not let Madeline nor the Quincys off the hook so easily.

Fortunately, she knew how to use Facebook too!

home early in the morning, she was still reeling from the memories of the previous night. Her mind was on autopilot replaying the vivid scene

in a good mood of late since he got to spend more time with his mother. After finishing his breakfast,

looked distracted as she sat on

a cup of warm chocolate milk

What’s going on with you and

think that the scumbag was honestly quite a decent person, apart from his strange mood swings. He was rich and handsome, and treated

language, kiddo. There’s

admonished gently.

he likes you, Mommy!” Thomas

was curious now. “Why do

a little tortoise on him, he brought me to the hospital right away because he thought I had ADHD, but when you drew a big tortoise on him, I think he quite liked

his logical thoughts with his

so he had no other choice but to be polite. Don’t overthink it, Tom. I don’t like him anymore!” Madeline huffed. Anyway, Noah had been her sworn nemesis for years, and she refused to fraternize

thoughts began

Ding ding! Ding ding—!

she took her phone out of her pocket. The front screen

daughter’s messages. She motioned to Thomas who was perched behind

messages?” Madeline

you think I can still turn my phone off right now?” Thomas asked

do the same, but she was too late. Mackenzie, or Zeke as she was affectionately

of turning your phones off, you two! I can

Did you like the present Mommy got

Zeke looked just like Madeline as a child, with strikingly beautiful green eyes and dainty facial features. However, she inherited

was his kryptonite, but for all his cheeky antics and misbehavior, Zeke

as their mother, would occasionally be envious of the sibling bond that

both of you are not back yet, even though you said you’d be