In a sudden burst of rage, Arabella lunged forward, her hand connecting with Mason's glass and sending it crashing to the ground. The amber liquid splattered across the floor, shards of glass scattering in all directions as Arabella recoiled in disgust.
"What a disgrace!" she spat, her voice filled with contempt as she glared at Mason, her hands trembling with anger.
"What is this, Arabella? You've never cared about my whores," Mason accused.
"I do not care," she retorted, her words dripping with contempt. "It's better for you to indulge in your affairs than to suffocate my existence," she spat out. "But I do care that you disrespect me in my own home! I care that my name is on your filthy mouth while you are f*****g these women! I care that you are pushing all the work from your projec
