Dominick's POV
I stormed into my father's study, fury boiling inside me. "How could you do such a thing to your own wife?" I screamed, slamming my fist on his desk.
He looked up, feigning innocence. "I told you it wasn't my fault, okay? It was Elle's fault. She was filling Elta's head with nonsense."
"Nonsense?" I couldn't believe the audacity. "Dad, you're abusive. Do you expect Elta to support you?"
He stood up, his face hardening. "Listen, son, you don't understand. That woman is a chronic cheat."
"And you aren't?" I fired back, seething with anger. "Don't fucking kid me, Dad. You spend half your day in brothels."
His face twisted in rage. "Well, she's my fucking wife, and she'll obey me!"
"She's not your toy, and she's not your property," I shot back.
He stepped closer, looking directly into my eyes. "I understand what's going on here. You're in this with that wench. You also want to fuck her, don't you?"
