"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.”