Page 65 of The Fake WIfe Playbook

This is exactly what I feared. This is why I kept my heart locked up for years. Because the second you start to believe you deserve happiness, the world rips it out from under you.

Finn knocks once before coming in, calm but quiet. He takes one look at me and sighs, like this isn’t a surprise.

“You need to eat,” he says.

I laugh—sharp, bitter. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m serious about you not passing out.”

I glare, but it’s weak. “They’re tearing me apart, Finn.”

His jaw tightens. He’s still in control, but I can see the storm behind his eyes.

“You don’t deserve this,” he says, voice low and steady. “And we’re not letting Wade—or anyone else—control this story.”

“It’s too late. They’ve already made up their minds.”

“Then we change them.”

Before I can stop him, he grabs his phone and dials.

I panic. “Finn, what are you doing?”

But he ignores me, calm as ever. “Get me my PR team. Now.”

I watch him, stunned, as he shifts into another mode—cool, commanding, and untouchable.

Within an hour, there’s a statement drafted and cleared. But Finn isn’t done. That’s not enough. He insists on going live.

“No,” I croak. “Finn, this will only make it worse.”

He shakes his head, fierce. “You said it yourself—you’re tired of being that girl everyone points at. Let me do this.”

I’m terrified, but something in his eyes makes me nod.

So I sit there, knees pulled to my chest, as he fires up his social media. The video button is huge and sits like a loaded weapon.

He looks straight into the camera. Calm. Clear and unshakable.

“I just want to address the slanderous remarks made by someone in my wife’s past,” he says, voice steady but cutting. “I don’t usually comment on rumors. But I won’t stay silent while people drag Kate through the mud.”

My heart’s in my throat. He sounds sosincere.

“The only thing Kate’s guilty of is leaving behind people who didn’t deserve her.” He pauses, gaze hard as steel. “She didn’t use anyone. She didn’t cheat. And anyone saying otherwise is lying—for attention, for money, or both.”

He leans in, finishing with words that land like a thunderclap.

“She doesn’t owe anyone from her past. And if you’re coming for her, you’ll have to go through me first.”

He ends it cleanly, no theatrics—just truth. Finn is sticking up for me. I can’t believe he did that. He’s never addressed rumors before, not even the ones about his suspension.

The post goes viral in minutes.

And as I sit there, stunned and shaking, Finn finally looks at me—softer now, but still burning with a quiet fire.

“They’ll still talk,” he says, walking over and tipping my chin up so I have to meet his eyes. “But they don’t get to define you.”

The tears come fast this time, but they’re different—relief, maybe, or something terrifyingly close to wanting the man I married. The man who sticks. He’s loyal, his actions and words go a long way with me, longer than anyone else’s.