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?

I used to be a high-earning tech executive, pulling in millions a year with company shares to my name. And who was it that made me quit my job? Who cried about being afraid I’d cheat if I stayed out working?

Now she was complaining that I played online games?

Before I could fire back, Finn snickered and stepped closer.

"Wade, at least try to act a little more motivated. Rianne is so busy every day, and yet here you are, lounging around."

He raised an eyebrow and casually draped an arm over Rianne’s shoulder.

I clenched my jaw—then caught sight of Allison standing at the staircase, subtly balling her fist.

It was signal.

Cause a scene.

Fine.

I’d been holding back my anger for years. It was time to let loose.

I dropped the game controller, grabbed the wooden Golden Cudgel from beside the couch, and swung it onto my shoulder.

"Oi! You little gigolo! You dare seduce my wife and even have the guts to come to my house? Eat this, you bastard!"

With Rianne and Finn still frozen in shock, I swung the cudgel and landed a clean hit on Finn’s head.

"Ahhh!"

He collapsed to the ground, clutching his head and wailing in pain.

I didn’t give him the chance to recover. The moment he opened his mouth to scream, I shoved the cudgel between his teeth and twisted it hard.

With a sickening crunch, half his pearly white teeth were gone.

Finn snapped back to his senses and tried to crawl away, shrieking, "Rianne, help! Your husband’s lost his mind!"

I smirked at his pathetic attempt to flee.

Lunging forward, I thrust the cudgel at him like a spear—right into his ass.

"Aaahhhhhh!"

Finn rolled on the floor, clutching his rear and wailing like a dying pig.

Rianne finally snapped out of her daze. She rushed over, grabbing my arm. "Wade, have you lost it?!"

I scoffed, poking Finn one last time before pulling back the cudgel. Then, I turned to Rianne and asked coldly, "Yes, I’ve lost it. For years, I’ve tolerated your endless scandals. But this time? You bought Finn a yacht. Clearly, you’re serious about him. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have brought him home, would you?"

"Bullshit!" she roared. "It’s not what you think!"

"And right now, I’m talking about you attacking someone. You need to apologize to Finn!" Rianne shouted at me, her face livid.

I let out a cold laugh. "Yeah, I hit him. And no, I won’t apologize. What are you gonna do, Rianne? Call the cops? Go ahead—get me arrested."

"You—!" She faltered.

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.”

“Divorce? Are you insane?” Rianne sputtered, but after realizing her harsh reaction, she took a deep breath and suddenly softened her tone as she tugged at my arm. “Wade, let’s go to our room. I’ll explain everything.”

Explain? Explain what?

What was there to explain?

I wanted nothing more than to shake her off and file for divorce right away. But I knew Rianne too well—she had a twisted, possessive nature. If I pushed too hard, she wouldn’t let me leave so easily.

So, I followed Allison’s advice. Make a scene, but keep things controlled.

In other words, make sure all of Rianne’s attention was on me. And more importantly, make sure Lincoln—her father—knew I was making a scene.

With that in mind, I followed Rianne back to our bedroom.

As soon as we got there, she went to retrieve her “battle gear.”

Every time she made me angry, she would put on a maid outfit, attach a fox tail, and kneel before me, calling me “Master.”

Maybe it was the years of being a powerless live-in husband, but this contrast had always satisfied me.

Even now, I couldn’t deny feeling a bit excited.

After all, Rianne was stunning—an absolute knockout. She knew exactly how to seduce men.

In my life, the only woman I’d ever met who could match her beauty was Allison.

“Master, don’t be mad at me anymore, okay?” she cooed.

Dressed in her maid outfit, Rianne knelt before me, rubbing her face against my leg. “Master, are you still upset?”

I took a deep breath and decided to let my body answer for me.

Two hours later, I leaned against the headboard, smoking a cigarette.

Rianne, now as soft as a puddle, curled into my arms. “Master, are you still angry?”

I ignored her and picked up my phone, sending a message to Lincoln.

[Father-in-law, your daughter’s been fooling around again. She even bought a yacht for some guy and brought him home. I hope you’ll agree to our divorce. I don’t want a single penny—just let me leave.]

Rianne, half-asleep, peeked at me suspiciously. “Who are you texting?”

I turned my screen toward her. “I’m reporting you. Don’t think calling me ‘Master’ will make me let this slide. This marriage is over.”

She froze for a moment. Then, suddenly, she let out a shriek.

In the next second, she straddled me, raising her hand to slap me while screaming, “Wade! Who the hell do you think you are? Even if I was cheating, you’re just a worthless live-in husband! You have no right to complain! You think you can divorce me? Keep dreaming!”

I moved fast—before her palm could land, I grabbed her wrist and twisted it away.

With all my time at home, aside from gaming, I had taken up fitness. After nearly being hacked to death last time, I even hired a professional combat instructor.

In short, unless I allowed it, Rianne wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on me.

“You—you actually hit me?”

Rianne’s eyes widened in disbelief as tears welled up in her eyes.

Then, she bolted out of the bedroom.

Just then, I received a reply from Lincoln.

[Wade, you must be mistaken. Rianne was just entertaining clients. By the way, I saw the trending news about me. Did your mother-in-law say anything?]

[She hasn’t seen it yet.] I replied casually.

Lincoln responded quickly.

[If she does, try to calm her down for me. As for Rianne, I’ll handle her.]

And just like that, Lincoln sent Rianne abroad.

Meanwhile, Allison and I sped up our financial transfers.

But the Scott family’s influence was too strong. Just being rich wasn’t enough to escape them.

So, we made a plan.

On a moonless, windy night, we decided to take a yacht trip—to 'clear our minds.'

Many people on the yacht knew us.

Including Finn.

He had recovered from the brutal beating I gave him and was back to his usual self.

Seeing Allison and me standing by the railing, he walked over with a sinister smile.

“Wade, did you think you could just beat me and walk away?”

He leaned in and whispered, “Mark my words—Rianne will be mine sooner or later. And I will take your place.”

Allison and I suddenly grabbed his wrists and pulled him toward us.

“Finn, what are you doing?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice filled with terror.

“I already told you, I don’t care about Rianne anymore! Why are you still after me? Please, Finn, don’t kill me!”

My desperate cries caught the attention of everyone on board.

Then, right on cue, Allison and I let go—tumbling backward into the water.

Splash!

We disappeared into the dark sea.

That night, the top trending Instagram headline read: [New York elite Scott family’s live-in son-in-law, Wade Morgan, and his lover, Allison Kelly, were pushed off a yacht by Rianne’s alleged lover. Their whereabouts remain unknown.]

The moment Allison and I hit the water, a team of divers was already waiting to take us deeper into the sea.

At a prearranged location, we had diving equipment stashed away.

Both of us had learned how to dive—after all, we had more than enough free time over the years.

With ease, we evaded the search efforts.

After about half an hour, we surfaced at an abandoned dock.

The dock once belonged to the Scott family, but it had been deserted for a long time.

Back when we were learning to dive, Allison and I often came here, even cleaning out a small room to use as a rest stop.

It wasn’t much—just a single bed, with a toilet and shower behind a flimsy curtain.

As soon as we arrived, we locked the door and exchanged knowing smiles.

For both of us, the Scott family had always felt like a prison.

I had willingly walked into that prison for love.

Allison, on the other hand, had been forced into it because her parents were gravely ill, and she needed a large sum of money to save them.

For years, as the "live-in son-in-law" and the "delicate little wife," we had played by the rules.

But that didn’t mean we weren’t human.

"Hurry up and change before you catch a cold!" I reminded her.

Then, without hesitation, I stripped off my soaked clothes.

Allison immediately turned her back to me. "This place is way too small!" she protested.

"We’re on the run, sis! Did you expect a five-star suite?" I scoffed.

She hesitated for a moment before finally peeling off her drenched clothes.

Back at Scott's household, I had always been respectful, never stealing glances. Plus, Allison was usually dressed conservatively.

But now, up close, I realized—her skin was as smooth and fair as a newborn’s, and her figure... was just as stunning as Rianne’s.

Damn. Had Lincoln been living this well?

"Stop staring!"

Allison shot me a glare before grabbing her backpack and hurrying behind the curtain. "I-I’m taking a shower first! And you—you better not peek!"

"Relax. I’m a gentleman," I said, rolling my eyes.

I took a T-shirt from my backpack, dried myself off, and sprawled onto the bed.

The dim light cast a silhouette of Allison’s elegant figure onto the curtain.

I told myself not to look. But somehow, I couldn’t stop my gaze from lingering.

The sound of water splashing only made my mind more chaotic.

Then—

Thud!

A loud crash.

Allison let out a sharp cry. "Wade! I—I—"