Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim by Dream Fish

Chapter 2

Dexter glanced up at Angela before speaking gently into the phone. "What's the matter? Don't cry."

Angela watched as Dexter changed into his outdoor clothes and left for the second time, for sother woman

and that too, on her birthday.

Her eyes stung with tears. She didn't feel sleepy anymore after Dexter left. Thinking she would get a book or two

to read, Angela headed into the study and happened to see a contract.

The contract was placed right in the center of the table, as if anyone was welcto take a look at it.

It was a contract between Dexter and Elena, his first love. Angela couldn't believe that they were still in contact

with each other.

The contract was very thick. It had started when Angela had first gotten married to Dexter, spanning five years.

Angela's hand shook. The more she read, the more shocking it was for her. The latest date was actually last

night.

As it turned out, everything that Dexter had done for her, whether a celebration or an anniversary date, had

been meticulously planned out by Elena.

That explained everything!

No wonder Dexter had been so gracious to set off a fireworks display just for her when she had made a fuss

about him and Elena.

The fireworks display had been a grand show of colors, lighting up the night with the words "LOVE YOU", the very

two words Angela had been wanting to hear from Dexter since forever.

She had felt so touched then. She could still remember how elated she had felt when she had seen the two

words in the sky.

But now, after reading this contract, she finally understood that the fireworks display she had been so proud of

had been nothing but another one of Dexter's tactics to toy with her emotions.

And yet, she had naively thought that maybe he did have a place for her in his heart after all.

Angela closed her eyes. She had never felt such despair like she did today.

She was going to have to divorce him.

Dexter didn't return for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Erica called, telling Angela to bring Dexter's tie and cufflinks to the company. She told Angela

to hurry up since Dexter had an important meeting that day.

Angela packed the things and headed over to Bamford Co. However, as always, she was stopped by the

receptionist.

"Good morning, miss. Do you have an appointment today?"

Angela could already recite their next conversation with her eyes closed.

"None."

"I'm sorry, but you can't go up without an appointment."

It didn't matter if Angela proved that she was Dexter's wife.

"We're sorry, but we didn't receive any orders, so we can't let you up. It's the sfor everyone else."

In fact, if Erica were there, she would also mock Angela and say, "Oh, I'm sorry, but Mr. Bamford is the one who

sets the rules here."

So, this time, Angela didn't give them a chance to humiliate her anymore. She said, "I do, but my appointment is

with Ms. Carrey. Please call her and ask her to cdown."

The receptionist stared at Angela for a brief while before calling Erica.

Erica appeared very quickly. "Did you bring the things, Ms. Graham?"

She never called Angela "Mrs. Bamford" in front of other people. She was also somewhat dismissive of her,

talking to her as if she were just talking to a delivery man.

In the past, Angela would always treat Erica with the utmost respect because of her status and position. But now,

she was already planning to leave Dexter.

"I did. Where's Dexter?"

"Mr. Bamford is very busy. You can just handthe things without having to wait for him. He won't show up

anyway," Erica said condescendingly.

Angela sighed in relief. She lifted a corner of her lips in a smirk and passed the items to Erica. "Okay. I'll pass you

his things. | just thought of telling him that next time, it would perhaps be more appropriate for him to get his

driver to send these things to him.

"Also," Angela added, giving Erica the once-over. "As his secretary, isn't it your job to make sure that you have at

least a few sets of his neckties and cufflinks as a spare? Aren't you being a little incompetent since you don't

even have any extra sets for him?"

With that, Angela walked away. She couldn't be bothered to argue with a mistress and teach the latter to mind

her position.

Dexter only caught sight of Angela's back as she left when he cout of the door. He looked at Erica and asked

in confusion, "She left?"

Erica opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. She didn't know what was wrong with Angela

today. Usually, Angela would always beg to stay at the company, and Dexter would always appear when she was

arguing with Erica.

But it was somehow different today. It was as if Angela was a completely different person altogether. At the very

least, she didn't stay back to wait to catch a glimpse of Dexter anymore.

Erica frowned. "Yes. She left without saying anything else."

Dexter found it strange. He felt a little frustrated too. "Don't bother about her. Hurry up and get to the meeting."

The meeting lasted the whole day. It was already evening by the tit ended.

Dexter got into his black Maybach and went straight hto the villa.

His driver, Chet Sanders, cut the engine and hurriedly got around the car to open the door for Dexter.

As soon as Dexter got out, the maids cout to greet him. "You're back, sir! Madam has been in her room

all day and refuses to eat anything. We're not sure if anything's wrong with her."

When he heard this, Dexter was stunned for a moment. His eyes turned dark with emotion.

Angela must be jealous. She probably didn't like that he had left last night, and she was throwing a fuss because

she felt threatened.

Dexter went upstairs, jeering at her in his heart. He saw Angela folding her clothes in front of the wardrobe when

he stepped into their bedroom.

He reached up to loosen his tie, leaning against the side as he openly eyed her from top to bottom.

This was Angela, his wife. Aside from that pretty face of hers, she was absolutely useless to him.

Cto think of it, she was pretty good with doing chores around the house. She was even better than the

nanny at it.

Angela didn't make a sound.

Seeing that she wasn't saying anything, Dexter didn't feel like questioning her either. He just went to change out

of his work clothes.

He thought that by the the was done changing, knowing Angela's temperament, her anger toward him

would have already dissipated by then. She would then pour him a drink and gently ask him if he'd had dinner.

She would always pretend as if nothing bad had ever happened.

So, when Dexter noticed a suitcase at the door after he was done changing his clothes, he stared at it in

surprise.

"Are you going out?" Dexter asked, frowning slightly.

Angela packed up the last of her belongings and raised her head to meet Dexter's gaze.

Dexter's eyes were deep, and he exuded an air of elegance. It was still just as Angela remembered him from

when she had first met him.

He was a brightly shining star, and she simply couldn't take her eyes away off of him.

However, as tpassed, Dexter had only seemed to hate her even more.

Angela stared at him silently for a long time. She stared at him for so long that her eyes began to feel dry, and

they slightly welled up with tears.

She then took a deep breath and said slowly, "Dexter Bamford, let's get a divorce."

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