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When we get there, I see his car parked outside of the house, and I’m seething.

I’mnotfucking jealous. I just can’t believe he would embarrass me by fucking someone, when everyone knows we just got marriedfucking yesterday.I hop out of the car, ready to teach him a lesson, just like he loves to do to me.

Two can play that fucking game.

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Artem

Ienter the house, slamming the door so hard a picture frame falls off the wall.

“Giselle, get your fucking ass in here now!” She’s really lost her mind this time. I pace the hallway, my hands fidgeting and my fists opening and closing on their own as I try to contain my rage.

“Oh, welcome home,” she says from the top of the staircase, wearing a smirk.

“You fucking—” I say, marching up before Maxim pulls me back down. “Maxim, I will fucking take you down right now if you try to stop me.”

Roman enters the house in a rush, he couldn’t keep up with me.

“What’s wrong, Artem? You didn’t have a good time tonight?” she asks, slowly walking downstairs.

I quickly grab her arm in a painful hold as she comes within reaching distance.

“You blew up my fucking car!”

“So? Buy another.”

God, if I could fucking hit a woman.

“Are you fucking crazy? Giselle this is not a joke, you just created a goddamn explosion in the driveway of one of my associates.”

She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly and I have to let go of her and step back before I strangle her.

“Whydid you do that?” I ask through my teeth.

“Because you lied to me.”

I take a deep breath trying to collect myself. “Lied to you?”

“You were at her fucking house, Artem, not your warehouse. I’m not naive.”

Is she serious?

I look at Maxim, who avoids eye contact. Of course it was his fucking fault.

I turn back to Giselle, coming closer and lifting her off the ground. I toss her over my shoulder, going to walk up the stairs. She hits my back repeatedly and tries to kick herself out of my hold.

“Put me down, you psycho!”

When we make it to the bedroom, I kick the door shut and toss her onto the bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, and I climb over her on the bed, stopping her from getting up. “Don’t fucking touch me, didn’t she give you enough?”

“What did Maxim tell you?”

She groans angrily before she answers. “He told me the truth about where you went and what you’d be doing there so late.”

My jaw clenches, and I grab her chin roughly with my hand. “You think I fucked her?”