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.