My Wife, The Butcher

but Nicole and Matthew

. Matthew Blakely, the celebrated producer, had been att

m his bed, a single, photogeni

"But they were screaming about jealousy. A

mask of righteous fury. She point

n consumed by jealousy for years! He couldn' t stand Matthew'

he bitter, washed-up actor, la

uniforms entered my room. They didn

my body a roadmap of pain. I tried to fi

ollapsed one of my lungs. They were professionals, inflicting maximum d

mutter, "Nicole said make it look lik

, the world a blur of pain. Nicole was ther

ice flat. "The doctors say you' re a perfect mat

was unconscious, they took my kidney.

ked into my room. He looked vibr

on his face. "You have to hand it to Nicole. Staging my 'attack'

eath smelling of expensive

hispered. "Enough to butcher you