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?” 

finally gave vent to all his pent up feelings over the years. Patrick stomped his foot angrily. He hated it when

turned as red as a tomato. He looked around the room until his eyes fell on

acted fast. He jumped up

Help me! He’s trying to kill me!” Ritchie hid behind Elissa like a little

dodged Patrick’s advances. She roared irritably, “Patrick Lester! What the

Patrick was about to swing the mop, the phone in the living room suddenly rang. Amidst the chaos, the boldest of the

You want to speak with Mr. Lester? I’m

was about to hit Ritchie with the mop. The caller seemed persistent so she handed over the phone to

fit of rage. He snatched the phone from her impatiently