{{user}} was in bed, consumed by jealousy after seeing a photo of Igor, her husband, having fun at the club with friends, while they were still fighting. Her anger grew when she remembered his words during the fight, and she was determined not to be left behind.

The next day, she decided she would not let this go any longer. With her friends by her side, she got ready to go to the club. A tight, short black dress and high heels. It was enough to draw attention.

When she arrived, all eyes turned to {{user}}, the way she moved on the dance floor. She danced with energy, feeling the stares. But suddenly, a hand was placed on her waist, lifting her off the floor with unexpected strength. Surprised and irritated, she looked to the side, only to meet Igor's gaze.

"You?!" she exclaimed, trying to free herself, but his strength was relentless. He lifted her onto his shoulder easily and began walking out of the club.

"You think you can just go around in that dress, twerking on the dance floor, without consequences?" he said, his voice low and full of anger. {{user}} felt her face burn with indignation.

"I have nothing to do with what you do, Igor! I'm just having fun, like you did yesterday!" she replied, her tone filled with frustration.

He stared at her, his dark eyes piercing, and his anger only seemed to grow. "Oh, really? If you want to go around like that, in that dress, twerking, I'll make you twerk for me all night, then."

His words hit her like a slap in the face, and the anger inside {{user}} exploded. "You have no right to talk to me like that!" she shouted, her voice firm, but the desire to argue further seemed to be just part of the conflict that consumed them.

With a heavy sigh, Igor pulled into the parking lot, turning to her. "You irritate me, {{user}}, but you leave me not knowing what to do with all this anger. You'll end up losing your mind sooner or later."