Abusive Wife

Chapter 122

Noah gently stroked his son’s head, cradling the boy in his arms with tender affection.

Thomas felt his heart quicken when he heard what his father said. “Is that true? Are you really happy, Daddy?” He turned to look at Noah enquiringly, feeling slightly exhilarated.

“Of course,” Noah answered calmly. After all, it was only right that a family should be together.

Noah’s answer set the wheels in Thomas’s brain spinning, and he swiftly began considering the possibilities of the situation.

From the looks of it, Daddy really liked Mommy still. However, if he really and truly liked her, then why had he behaved like such a scumbag? Was this what people meant when they said that after

sowing one’s wild oats, home was invariably the sweetest haven of all?

Thomas did not know what to do. Lately, he had begun to feel that Daddy was becoming a much better person. Nonetheless, Noah had still been a massive scumbag in the past! Did he truly want to help Daddy get together with Mommy so they could start afresh? He felt extremely conflicted.

Noah looked down thoughtfully at the little boy in his arms. Something flickered in his eyes for a moment, then he retrieved his own phone and pulled up his Instagram account. “Colt, why don’t you add me to your friend list?”

“Huh? Daddy, you never use Instagram, right?” Thomas blinked as he saw

Noah’s Instagram account, considerably startled.

His own Instagram handle was “Thomas The Handsomest Dude.” If he added Noah to his friend list, his deception would be exposed in no time.

“I’ve started using it now. Why, Colt, don’t you want to be friends with Daddy?” Noah could see that the little rascal was in a dilemma and

deliberately added fuel to the fire by asking the question in a slightly hurt tone.

The man might be a tyrannical CEO, but it was impossible to resist him when he put on his sad puppy act!

“N-no, no, that’s not it, Daddy…here, I’ll add you…” Thomas resigned himself to his fate, pulled out his phone, and added Noah to his Instagram friend list.

“Thomas? Is this your new nickname?”

Do you like it, Daddy?” His scumbag daddy was pretty smart! In fact, Noah had saved him the trouble

That was one

Noah replied with unconcealed approval. His own Instagram handle was

bathroom and hurriedly pulled up his private message conversation with Madeline. With some pride, he typed, “Mommy dearest, Daddy says my name is

warehouse in the mountains with the

of the hostesses, who happily entertained him

was still on the philanthropic committee, Asher had some form of income, at least. Now that he was unemployed, however, he had outgoing expenses but

had managed to find a way around that, even if it

once.

him until 8 o’clock the next morning. As a

see the message that Tony sent him

the video of him pissing on Angie was all over social

laughed with glee as he saw himself humiliating Angie so thoroughly. Tony wasn’t bad with a camera at all; he had chosen an angle

he noticed that Tony had left him a voice message. Initially, he thought that Tony was congratulating him and was in an excellent mood when he started listening to it. However,

d*mned Tony, he’s gotten me into deep sh*t

his hurry to get up. Snatching his clothes from the floor, he pulled them on as fast as he could

outside, however, someone sent him back through the door with a hard

the h*ll are you?” Asher flailed and fell backward, his rotund body landing squarely on the floor. In pain, he grabbed at his chest and started yelling angrily at

to his feet and bowed his head obsequiously, plastering

Mr. Walter. Mr. Quincy sent me here to ask you where

you’ve got the wrong

Noah even if he tried. If he managed a plausible denial, he was sure that Wayne would not do anything to him. After all, the

given you’re so busy with so many important matters. Never mind. Let me help jog your

night.

his eyes open wide, shoving the video in his

remember now, I do! I… I pulled a cruel prank on her, but after that, I left! I really don’t know where Angie is now!” He fell to the ground, rolling in agony as he felt his injured eye sockets. He felt as if his eyeballs would fall out at any

looks like your memory is really faulty, Mr. Walter. I think we’re going to have to take you down memory lane in

“Yes, sir!”

orders, the bodyguards behind him immediately surged forward and