She thought for a moment before speaking. "I have three billion. How much do you have?"
"Uh… about five hundred thousand."
The difference between a live-in husband and a pampered young wife was painfully clear.
Lincoln truly spoiled Allison, giving her access to an enormous fortune.
She pondered for a moment before saying, "You create a mess. I'll move the money. Then, we run away together."
"Alright." I nodded, then hesitated. "You won’t just take the money and ditch me, right?"
She smirked. "Relax. I see you as my own son."
Allison and I had always gotten along well.
Rianne and Lincoln were constantly busy—work, business meetings, social events, so they rarely came home.
That left just the two of us—one unwanted live-in husband and one disregarded young wife. The Scott family didn’t like us making public appearances, so we spent most of our time together.
We were close in age, had similar personalities, and actually got along. I was the comedic type; she was lively and mischievous.
In fact, we had been through life-and-death situations together.
Once, when we went grocery shopping, we were ambushed by enemies of the Scott family. Armed men chased us down with knives.
I grabbed two blades and fought them off, shielding Allison until the police arrived.
After that, she started treating me even better. But being the playful person she was, when she took care of me in the hospital, she would always joke, "Don’t worry, my dear eldest son. Your wife may be off fooling around, but your mother will take good care of you."
That night, I was gaming in the villa when Rianne stumbled in, reeking of alcohol.
And the one who had brought her home? It was none other than that pretty-boy, Finn.
As soon as she stepped inside, she spotted me playing Black Gammon and frowned. "Wade, is gaming the only thing you're good at?"
Finn sneered, his tone dripping with mockery. "Wade sure is lucky. He only had a weak stomach but was still living off his wife. Unlike me, working myself to the bone for my career."
Rianne’s expression darkened further. She shook off Finn’s hand and staggered toward me. "Wade, you weren’t like this before. You used to be ambitious. Look at you now—what have you become?"
…Seriously?
She had the audacity to ask me that?