The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank stared at Helen in disbelief. “Did you just hit me?”

“I.”

Helen’s palm was shaking as she stared at the palm print she left on Frank’s face, her heart aching.

But she could not apologize—instead, she leapt at him as if crazed, pushing him while shielding Chaz even as she bellowed through tears, “That’s enough! You killed my grandfather—are you going to kill my fiance too?! Just get out of here!

We’ll go our separate ways now, and I don’t want us to see each other anymore!”

Frank watched her hysterical ravings, his knuckles loosening as he forced a smile. “Helen, you’re being threatened by him, aren’t you? Just tell me, and I’ll handle it. Trust me.”

Helen hung her head, avoiding looking him in the eye in fear that she would lose control right then. “No one is threatening me! This is all my decision! Stop fantasizing and leave!”

“.I see.”

turned to

closed behind him, Helen fell to her knees as if

her face as she sobbed in despair, almost fainting even as she watched the

Frank. That’s

“Bleurgh. That bastard.”

had gotten to his feet, clutching his chest as he limped toward

bawled, his libido doused right then as he kicked her

kicking her to the floor hardly eased his swelling spite. He grabbed her by the hair, slamming her face repeatedly on the wall and only stopping when she bled all over

so, she murmured,

he soon grinned savagely as he stared at the direction from which Frank left. “Did you