Abusive Wife Novel

Chapter 82

Angie thought luck was finally in her favor after snagging herself the cash cow so quickly. There would be no need for her to continue to stew in the pigsty.

The old man’s answer, however, extinguished the hope ignited within

her.

He squandered his riches like dirt. He was bold and frank.

After all, he was just an upstart who happened to make a fortune but he was hollow inside.

He wasn’t even close to being an ant when compared to Noah.

This man couldn’t even be compared to that pig, Jerry. At least the Lowe family was a proper gentry.

“You can use those to coax the younger

ones. They mean nothing to me. Where’s your sincerity?”

Angie swept her newly permed curls aside and took the opportunity to get out of the arms of the lecherous old

man.

The old man could immediately tell that she was going to ask for an unjustly large amount and no longer intended to spoil her. He took on a dour expression.

“Haha, sincerity? Who do you think you are? You’re just a good little b*tch. There are countless girls here. You’re not worth anything. If it weren’t for your youth or beauty, I wouldn’t even bother with you.”

The old man whose face was flushed red from drinking mocked and sarcastically cursed at her. It was only after he had his fun that he walked

away with another two girls in his embrace.

“Huh! Bastard! Who do you think you are? You’re talking out of your *ss!”

“If it wasn’t for that slut Madeline getting in my way, you wouldn’t even be worthy of carrying my shoes!”

“I’m going to have this dilapidated clubhouse demolished once I turn the tables!”

Angie had believed that she could have the place bow to her whims with her beauty and figure.

To think that even a dirt-cheap idiot would mock her with reckless abandon.

She was so indignant that she was convinced her breast implants were going to explode and stood in the booth

cursing and yelling.

Her appearance had become exactly that of a shrew found in the markets…

Villa.

stared absently at the shut bedroom door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with a trace of

slept peacefully with Madeline

a few days of proper sleep only for his

on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be

from the

he waited from dusk to midnight with

going to remember this,

as he watched the pitch-black

discourteous to argue with a five- year-old child

composure on the

of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to

all honesty, however, neither of them had wanted to show

was just that there was no food in the

what forced them to

outside.

care of breakfast and the rations for the

opened and Thomas’s head poked

surroundings,

scumbag dad had

turned and

accidentally wake Noah up and his mother

was highly vigilant

a loss for words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We

patted the child’s head with a

then led the child out and

beeline for the kitchen.

they say one would feel miserable

stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a

things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn’t respond even when

preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at the

stopped

seem right to see him lying so still. She removed her apron and

him.

when she got close that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to the forefront of

to wake him up only to find

on? He

a finger between his brows only for her worry to grow

had always led an easy life as a person born in the

still an adult at any rate. He should at least know how to take

she left him to his own

a fever after

unconscious.