My Husband Turned My Madness Into a Live Show Chapter 04

My Husband Turned My Madness Into a Live Show Chapter 04

I looked up in shock, only to hear him continue in a light, offhand tone.

“There’s no such thing as high or low art. Just hurry up and take your clothes off.”

My eyes blew wide with fury. “You want me to strip naked in front of these cameras?”

The man who’d once forbidden me from even wearing a short skirt felt like a total stranger right now.

Nolan didn’t answer my question. He just impatiently ordered someone to turn on the recording equipment.

I struggled like crazy, almost exhausted from fighting back.

“It really wasn’t me! Let go of me!”

But Nolan wouldn’t listen to another word. He told his bodyguards to drag me into the filming set.

Winona came in behind him as the director. The second the door closed, her face twisted into a snarl.

“How does it feel to be betrayed by both your husband and your son? Feels good, doesn’t it?

“Look—I worked my ass off to steal those two from you. I’m never letting you take them back that easily!”

Before I could process what she’d said, she called the bank manager right in front of me.

“Freeze the card I told you about right now—the one she uses to pay her mother’s medical bills!”

Right after that, a death notification popped up from the hospital.

My heart plummeted straight through the floor.

“Give my mother back to me!”

In that moment, I broke free from the bodyguards and lunged at her, my hands wrapping tight around her throat.

“Josette, are you crazy?”

Nolan burst in just in time to see it, and he shoved me away hard without holding back at all.

Winona collapsed into sobs, all tears and trembling.

“Nolan, if you hadn’t gotten here when you did, Josette would’ve actually killed me! She said I don’t deserve to be Andy’s mom…”

Nolan’s sharp gaze landed on me, his face dark.

“Attacking someone in front of all these cameras—do you even care that you’re still Mrs. Farley?”

I let out a bitter, unexpected laugh.

“My mom was killed because of her! What do I have left to care about?”

Nolan froze for a second, then gritted his teeth.

“Using your mother as a shield? That’s really low, even for you.

“Since you don’t care about anything anymore, you’ll finish this film. I’ll make you famous—one way or another.”

He snorted and walked out with Winona.

The next second, a group of naked men closed in on me step by step, ripping my clothes off violently in front of the cameras.

By this point, I had no strength left to fight back.

My vision went black in waves, every inch of my body screaming in pain.

I was thrown to the ground like a worthless, humiliated dog, and blood gushed out beneath me.

That same night, Nolan paid top dollar to buy a trending spot and exposed the entire incident to the public.

Winona, the hot new director, accepted a trophy at an award show for her edited version of the footage.

Down in the audience, my son sat in his chair craning his neck, waiting.

“Dad, you said Mom would be here. Where is she?”

Nolan glanced at his watch irritably and was just about to dial my number when his assistant burst in panicking, waving his phone like crazy.

“Mr. Farley! Mrs. Farley just streamed herself taking sleeping pills—she committed suicide!”