The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank quietly said: "I know you, Helen. You avoid looking into my eyes when you lie."

"Don't act like you know me. You don't—and I'll be very clear.” Helen smiled. "I'm different now. A person should be realistic and give up on pointless ambition. What's life for a woman, if not to find a man she could depend on and serve? Why deal with all the problems in a corner and shareholders instead of being a housewife? It's an easy life and good for everyone.”

"Is that what you really think?" Frank asked, looking searchingly into Helen's eyes.

"It is." Helen met his gaze without flinching this time. "It doesn't matter what you think or how highly you think of yourself—I'm not leaving with you, so just give up. It's getting late and I'm tired... It's time you leave.”

With those words, Helen quietly returned tinside Lane Manor, and Gina immediately leapt up to chase off Frank again. "What are you spacing out for?! Helen told you to leave, you delusional fool! Who do you think you are?!"

Frank simply craned his neck and shouted into Lane Manor again, "Get over yourself, Helen. Don't think you've saved me! I'm telling you right now—I'll never thank you. No, I'd hate you for it! Call me names, insult me all you like... I'll never let you marry Chaz Graves, you hear me?!"

"Get out!!!" Gina shrieked madly just then, picking up a brick and smashing it on Frank's head. "I-If you stray out of line, I'll kill you!"

as he bled from his head and drove away from Lane

her back against the door once she

was left folding her arms before her chest just to stop

could Frank be so crazy? Was she really worth

years.

what to do now—how would she face him during the wedding, and who would she be

picked up his phone