The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

I stop in my tracks, already bothered by how Patrick's voice sounds confrontational.

Tightening the grip on my racket even more, I turn around, shooting him a glare while he's still on the ground.

"Why bring my wife into this?" I say to him.

"You don't have to pretend. She obviously told you what happened this morning."

I hesitate to respond, wondering whether I should reveal that I saw them with my own eyes or if I should just play along with what he thinks is the truth.

In the end, I nod confidently. "Of course she told me. Did you think she wouldn't?"

"You knew that and decided to show up here just so you could do this to me." He gets up with a grunt, approaching me to get in my face with a blank expression. "I'm surprised you're visibly upset about this." I crease my forehead in disbelief. "Why the hell wouldn't I be?"

He scoffs. "It doesn't matter. Despite how you seem to feel right now, I don't see what was so wrong about confessing my feelings for someone who was once mine."

Triggered, I punch him in the face and he tumbles, then falls to the ground.

"Stay away from my wife!" I warn him, my hand trembling with a rage that shocks me.

He massages his jaw, looking up at me with a scoff. I know he has more to say, but I don't even want to hear it. I've already dealt with enough as it is, so I storm out, leaving him alone.

Even though I didn't hear everything he had to say, he made it seem like Vanessa wasn't into it and that confirms that there's nothing going on between them. This should make me feel better, but it doesn't. I still have the urge to go back there and punch him a few times until he can't get up.

To blow off some steam, I call Frank instead as I drive back home, telling him about how it went with Patrick.

"It almost sounds like you wanted to put him in the hospital," he says.

"Don't be ridiculous."

you hit him so many

with my own hands. I

same thing. So, what are you going

ask her? It's none of my

made it your business by punching

obvious that I did it because I'm supposed

"I know that, but-"

about this," I cut him off. "Where are you? I need a

to go home

be

call her to

want to talk

really sound like

the fuck up." I grit my

meet you at the club in

few drinks, my hope is to forget about

think about the confrontation, the more I feel like Patrick was being too confident in his own actions towards Vanessa.

not even

I did can help me calm down, but what's wrong with me? This rage is something I've never felt before. No matter what, I can't even fuck is it happening now? Just because I've never seen her kiss anyone else? No. It can't be the reason?

it to Vanessa, but

Vanessa

or calls me throughout the day just to find out

I called

won't even ring now that it's been turned off. This must be because of the second article. It was

ask him, but I don't want to talk to him after what happened between us. I still can't get over his unapologetic attitude, still making me

of Dominic already in the bedroom, taking off his shoes while sitting on the edge of the