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…

Forest Villa.

door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with

always slept peacefully with Madeline

himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own son

one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to

coming from

to

is going to remember this,

help but harshly berate his son as

discourteous to argue with a five- year-old child so he could only

maintained his composure on

had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They left

of them had wanted

in the

what forced

outside.

back inside and hide! I’ll take care of breakfast

door opened and

his surroundings, like an

dad had

turned and

His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck

vigilant

loss for words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t stay

gently patted the child’s head with a tender

the child out

beeline for the kitchen.

when they say one would feel

sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped

wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie.

busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and

stopped and seemed

lying so still.

him.

she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his

patted him to wake him up

fever? What’s going on? He

brows only for her worry to grow

led an easy life as a person born in the Quincy

He should at least know how to take

why she left him to

he developed a fever after

unconscious.