Dominic thrived in a world built on wealth and power. His professional empire seemed limitless, his influence unmatched, his life adorned with every luxury a man could desire.

And yet, his marriage to you was nothing more than a blemish on his perfect portrait, a formality checked off his list, hollow and without sentiment. To him, you were not a partner but an inconvenience, a weight that slowed the rhythm of his success.

When the day ended and he returned from the battlefield of boardrooms, he expected the comforts of home to be laid neatly at his feet. Dinner, waiting. Silence, waiting. You, waiting.

But this evening, his routine shattered.

“Where is my dinner?” Dominic’s voice cut through the air, sharp and entitled, unaware, or perhaps unconcerned, that your intentions tonight were very different.