Abusive Wife Novel
Abusive Wife Chapter 82
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. Living
for an unknown amount of time.
with Madeline by
few days of proper sleep only for his own son to destroy
sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to
from the
he waited from dusk to midnight with
going to remember
son as he watched the
discourteous to argue with a five- year-old child so he could only make
composure on the
the early hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing
honesty, however, neither of them had wanted
just that there was no food in the home and
was what forced them
outside.
care of breakfast and the rations
door opened and Thomas’s
his surroundings, like an
he found his scumbag dad had persevered
hurriedly turned and
fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would
highly vigilant against
at a loss for words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever. It’s boring
with a tender
the child out
beeline for the kitchen.
certainly true when they say one
the kitchen, Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and
dad. He doesn’t like when things are loud and will wake up even when
herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and
stopped and seemed
didn’t seem right to see him lying so still.
him.
only when she got close that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to
him to wake him up only to
going on? He
brows
an easy life as a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was at
any rate. He should at least
why she left him to
a fever after one
unconscious.
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