Chapter 82

Elliot belittled Angelica, reducing her to nothing. She was still his wife in name, and she'd lived a comfortable life. Food, clothes, and money were never an issue for her. So why would she bother acting servile? Dominic was even indifferent to his own family, let alone Angelica, who was merely an outsider. Sensing the tension radiating from Angelica, Elliot straightened and shoved his hand into his pocket. The contempt in his eyes slowly turned into something unreadable as his gaze darkened. A strange emotion had surged in his chest when he saw Angelica walk in with Dominic earlier. Jealousy burned inside him, as if he'd just caught his wife cheating on him. That was why he'd been picking at her the whole night. She couldn't even drink, yet she repeatedly took the glass for Dominic. If that was what she wanted, he would make her drink her fill. Tension hung thick in the air, and the throbbing pain in Angelica's palm momentarily brought her back to her senses. She looke