Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 35

CHAPTER 35 PART 1

Riley leaned forward with calculated concern, though his eyes gleamed with predatory satisfaction. “Marcus, I think perhaps you should slow down with the wine. You’re clearly not used to drinking at this level—”

“Not used to it?” Marcus’s laugh was bitter, slurred just enough to sound authentically drunk. “I’m not used to ANYTHING at this level! Not the wine, not the restaurant, not the lifestyle!” He gestured wildly at the elegant surroundings. “This is what Quinn deserves! And what can I give her? Nothing!”

Quinn saw her opening and took it–but this time, the emotion bleeding through wasn’t entirely performance. Three years of genuine frustration found an outlet.

“NOTHING is right!” Quinn’s voice cracked, tears forming in her eyes. “Do you know what I’ve endured for three years, Marcus? Three YEARS of defending you! Of making excuses! While other Saintesses receive jewelry, travel, proper cultivation resources-what do I get? A husband who can’t even afford to take me to dinner without embarrassing himself!”

“Quinn, sweetheart-” Karen reached toward her daughter, but Quinn was on a roll.

“Riley earns millions!” Quinn continued, her voice rising. “MILLIONS! He could give me the life a Sacred Saintess deserves! Respect! Status! And you-YOU can’t even hold down a job! Can’t even properly honor my Saintess standing!”

Real tears streamed down her face now-some from the performance, some from three years of actual disappointment finally finding expression.

Marcus stood unsteadily, pointing an accusing finger at Quinn. “Oh, that’s RICH! You want to talk about what I can’t give you? Let’s talk about what YOU don’t give ME!”

“What are you talking about?” Quinn demanded.

“Our marriage has been in NAME ONLY!” Marcus’s voice carried drunken outrage that made several diners at nearby tables glance over. “Separate rooms! Cold shoulders! You treat me like hired help! And you have the NERVE to complain about what I don’t provide?”

“That’s because you DON’T provide anything!” Quinn shot back.

“Maybe I would if you didn’t spend all your time DREAMING ABOUT HIM!” Marcus pointed dramatically at Riley, swaying slightly.

The table went absolutely silent.

“What did you just say?” Quinn’s voice went dangerously quiet.

“You heard me!” Marcus’s theatrical drunkenness reached new heights. “You call his name in your sleep! RILEY! I hear it! ‘Oh Riley, Riley’-like some lovesick teenager!”

Quinn’s face flushed with genuine fury. She grabbed Marcus’s arm and twisted it sharply-not enough to truly hurt with his dragon constitution, but enough to make it look painful.

“You LIAR!” Quinn hissed. “I do NOT-”

“You DO!” Marcus yelped, playing up the pain. “You dream about him! About what your life would be like if you’d chosen HIM instead of settling for ME!”

Karen couldn’t contain herself anymore. Her face practically glowed with vindication. “See? SEE? I told you this marriage was a mistake! Quinn’s Saintess intuition is finally correcting itself!”

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Mother Ridge nodded vigorously. “The sacred bloodline knows quality when it sees it. Quinn’s subconscious is clearly recognizing what her conscious mind denied-that Riley is the superior match!”

Brandon Hartford remained quiet, but his expression carried satisfaction. The marriage was collapsing exactly as he’d hoped.

Riley’s face lit up with barely restrained ecstasy. Quinn called his name in her sleep? That was practically a confession of love! The Sacred Saintess recognized him as her true destined partner!

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CHAPTER 35 PART 2

“Marcus, please,” Riley said with false sympathy, standing and approaching with what he thought was gracious concern. “I think you’ve had too much to drink. These accusations aren’t helping anyone-”

“YOU!” Marcus whirled on him, swaying dramatically. “You with your MILLIONS and your REFINEMENT and your perfect CULTIVATION!” He grabbed the back of his chair for support. “Of COURSE she dreams about you! Who wouldn’t? You’re everything I’m NOT!”

Riley’s smile widened. This was better than he’d imagined. Complete self-destruction.

“Perhaps,” Riley said gently, “you need more wine to calm down? The sommelier has brought several more bottles of the Pétrus-”

“MORE wine?” Marcus’s eyes lit up with pathetic eagerness. “YES! More wine! Why not? My marriage is over anyway! Might as well drink myself into oblivion!”

Quinn watched him grab for the bottles, and beneath her genuine anger at his accusations, she felt a spark of understanding. Marcus wasn’t just performing-he was deliberately draining Riley’s wallet with every bottle he consumed.

And Riley, in his arrogant confidence, was letting him.

“Here, Marcus,” Riley said magnanimously, pushing three more bottles toward him. “Drink as much as you need. No judgment. We all have difficult nights.”

Each bottle cost eighty thousand dollars. Riley was committing to nearly a quarter million in wine alone, not counting the food, the ambiance, the entire evening’s expenses.

All to watch Marcus humiliate himself.

All to position himself as Quinn’s savior.

Marcus grabbed the first bottle and drank deeply, his throat working, wine running slightly down his chin in what looked like sloppy drunkenness but was actually calculated performance.

“That’s it,” Riley encouraged, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “Let it out. All your frustrations.”

“My frustrations?” Marcus lowered the bottle, his eyes unfocused. “You want to hear my FRUSTRATIONS, Brother Riley?”

“Please,” Riley said, settling back with satisfaction. “Share with us.”

Quinn held her breath, wondering what Marcus would say next in this elaborate performance they were creating together.

Marcus swayed, grabbed another bottle, and pointed it at Riley like a weapon.

“My frustration,” Marcus slurred dramatically, “is that I married a woman who’s too GOOD for me! Too BEAUTIFUL! Too SACRED! And every day, EVERY SINGLE DAY, I wake up knowing I don’t deserve her!”

He drank again, long and deep, the expensive wine disappearing like water.

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