Finn, still curled up on the floor, wailed, "Rianne, call the police! You can’t let him get away with this!"
"Shut up!" Rianne snapped.
Finn gawked at her, completely baffled.
I sneered. "Finn, did you really think it’s that easy to play the rich family game? I’m Rianne’s husband. For the sake of appearances, she won’t have me arrested. But you? Even if I beat you half to death, she’ll still clean up my mess. Because a wealthy family like hers can’t afford a scandal."
"I..." Finn was speechless.
And Rianne? Her silence was the best confirmation of my words.
"Take Finn to the hospital," she finally said, waving her hand impatiently. "Tell the media it was an attack by an obsessed fan."
As the villa finally quieted down, Rianne sank onto the couch and stared at me, her gaze piercing. "Wade, how many times do I have to tell you? My social engagements are just an act. Can you stop overreacting?"
I pulled out my phone, opened Finn’s Instagram post, and tossed it onto her lap.
"An act, huh? Then why the hell is your ‘act’ happening in bed?" I sneered.
Rianne picked up her phone, and her face instantly turned pale.
She looked at me in a panic. “Wade, it’s not what you think! I just borrowed Finn’s room to change clothes. I had no idea he would secretly take photos of me. Besides, I was wearing a swimsuit!”
“Who knows? Maybe you had just finished exercising.” I sneered.
Rianne gritted her teeth and spat, “Must you always assume the worst about me, Wade?”
“Am I assuming?” My voice turned cold. “Rianne, we’ve been married for years, and I’ve followed every rule you set. I kept my distance from all my female friends. Hell, you even insisted that if I got a pet, it had to be a male cat.”
“But you? You’re always surrounded by men—financial tycoons, tech geniuses, or pretty boys like Finn. Has there ever been a time when you didn’t have a man hovering around you?”
Her face turned paler and paler under my accusations. But in the end, all she could say was: “What do you want?”
“What do I want?” I let out a cold laugh. “I’m done being your live-in husband. I want a divorce.”
I crossed my arms and stared her down. “Before I married you, I was a top tech expert in the industry. If I return now, companies will fight to recruit me.”