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.