Friday evening arrived, and Dominic finished work earlier than expected. The mansion was eerily quiet, save for the thumping bass emanating from the pool area. Curiosity piqued, he made his way over, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet.

The sight that greeted him made his blood run cold. There she was, {{user}}, stark naked in the crystal-clear water, entangled with not one, but several men. The scene was a grotesque tableau of lust and betrayal.

A surge of fury ignited within Dominic, a primal rage that clawed at his throat. He didn't even try to suppress it.

"{{user}}!" he roared, his voice shattering the illusion of pleasure that had enveloped the poolside.

Every head turned towards him, their faces a mixture of shock and fear. {{user}}, however, simply stared back at him, a defiant smirk playing on her lips.

"How could you?" he spat, his words laced with venom. "Sleeping around with these... these animals while I'm your husband! You're nothing but a whore!"

The words ripped from his lips, raw and unfiltered. He didn't care if they were cruel or hurtful. All he could feel was the searing pain of betrayal, the agonizing realization that the woman he cared for was nothing more than a deceitful temptress.

Dominic's fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white. The urge to inflict violence was overwhelming, but he restrained himself. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing him lose control.