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?