Dominick's POV
My eyes blazed with fury at the sight in front of me—Alen kissing Luna. "What the fuck!" I barked at them, and immediately they both jumped out of their seats, eyes widening in shock.
"Dominick... I can explain," Alen stuttered, taking a step back, trying to explain himself.
Seeing red, I lunged at him and punched him hard in the face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing with my wife?" I yelled, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him up. "Say something, Alen!"
"Let him go... please, just let him go," Luna cried, her soft gray eyes fixed on Alen. "You're going to cause a scene."
"I don't fucking care!"
"Why?" She tipped her chin up, meeting my gaze head-on. "I'm not your real wife, remember? You don't even like me."
Her words felt like a knife through my heart. She was right. I had treated her like crap and had no right to react this way. I let go of Alen's shirt, pushing him away roughly.
