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.