The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“What? I know nothing about it! Don’t involve me!” Ritchie protested. 

“How dare you talk back to me?!” Patrick was so angry that he slapped Ritchie across the face. 

“I’ve spent a fortune for you to study abroad. And this is the thanks I get?” This was the second beating Ritchie had received today. He was a grown man and felt utterly humiliated. 

“Damn it! Damn you! I already told you that I have nothing to do with it! It’s all mom’s fault!” Ritchie couldn’t hold himself back anymore and spat on the ground angrily. 

“You sent me abroad because you were afraid that I would end up in some shitty community college and disgrace the whole family! You think I don’t know that? You’ve always been ashamed of me! You’ve always thought that Seth and Ethan were way better than me! You’ve always wanted to beat me up, right, Patrick Lester?” 

gave vent to all his pent up feelings over the years. Patrick stomped his foot angrily. He hated it when people tried to go against him. In his

as a tomato. He looked around the room until his eyes fell on a mop. He grabbed it and raised it above

fast. He jumped up and ran around in the living

Help me! He’s trying to kill me!”

teeth and dodged Patrick’s advances. She roared irritably, “Patrick Lester! What the hell are you

the mop, the phone in the living room suddenly rang.

with Mr. Lester? I’m afraid he’s… Busy right

Ritchie with the mop. The caller seemed persistent so she

it’s your assistant.” Patrick was in a fit of rage. He snatched the phone from her impatiently and spat into the receiver, “What?”