Dario's POV
I stormed out of Aubrey's mansion, my mind reeling with anger and humiliation. How dare she slap me? I, Dario Fowler, a man who had everything.
As I walked to my car, I couldn't help but think about how Aubrey had changed. She was no longer the timid, submissive woman I had married. She was now confident, fierce, and determined.
I got into my car and started the engine, my mind racing with thoughts of revenge. I would show Aubrey that she couldn't just slap me and get away with it.
As I drove away from the mansion, I dialed a number on my phone.
"Hello?" a voice answered.
"Aubrey slapped me," I said, my voice cold and detached.
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"I'm sorry to hear that, sir," the voice said. "But what do you want me to do?
