My Extraordinary Wife

Slap! Frank landed a tight slap across his wife’s face. “You b*tch! Just so you know, we’re on the same boat. If I can’t stay in showbiz, you’ll perish with me!”

“Just end my life if you dare! If you don’t, then prepare to be cursed by the public!” Millie shot her husband a vicious glare. “I wish you an early death, Frank!”

Green veins began popping out on Frank’s forehead as a wave of anger erupted like a volcano within him. He pressed his wife onto the ground and beat her to a pulp.

“Don’t you dare curse me! Don’t you dare laugh at me!”

Using both of his hands, he clutched his wife’s neck with all his might. Millie could only feel the oxygen in her throat becoming thinner. Her face reddened as she continued to suffocate. She began coughing non-stop.

Cough! Cough— Cough—

“Your hands—”

Her voice was practically squeezed out of her with much effort.

“Let… go!”

Just as she almost went out of breath, Frank quickly released his grip, jolting himself back to his senses.

What was I doing? I nearly killed my own wife!

terror surged

legs gave out on him as

grabbed a pillow and hurled it at

just seen. Frank’s eyes were obviously brimming with a dreadful

this devilish man! Otherwise, I’d really

on his body to the side and

then, he received a

a noble family bombed him like a cannonball. “Frank! I invested in your filmmaking, not for you to flirt with other actresses! What a hopeless pile of crap! And there I was making a bold statement in front of

I’ve given my word to them, and now it became a slap in my own face! Can you feel how ashamed I am? Just wait until Dixon hears about this! This time, not even I

Fraser residence, Kate got so furious that she smashed

broken objects all over the floor. Even her glass coffee table was shattered into

as if a hurricane had just swept across

dumping in such a huge investment, Kate was hoping to

already a scandal swirling around the protagonist and the director of the

was that Kate loathed the protagonist Helena to the core. She did not think that the latter was

her wrath on Frank, she hung

she hollered at the butler, “Is

Mrs. Fraser,” the

and make sure he gives that b*tch a hard time! Since she likes to sleep

Mrs. Fraser. I’m on it.” The butler scurried away on that