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. Living

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

with Madeline

himself a few days of proper sleep only

the couch downing one glass of wine after another.

coming from

worse, he waited from dusk to

is going to remember

harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black night sky outside the

child so he

maintained his composure

who had been hiding out

of them had wanted to show

food in the home and both of them

what forced

outside.

and hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and

door opened and Thomas’s head poked

surroundings, like an infrared

dad had persevered and was lying

turned

cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock and

vigilant

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

the child’s head with a tender look in

child out and

beeline for the kitchen.

when they say one

eggs in the pan

He doesn’t like when things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But

with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at

stopped and

to see him lying so still. She removed her

him.

was only 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

him up

going on? He was fine

a finger between his brows only for her worry

led an easy life as a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone

should

was why she left

fever after one

unconscious.