The aroma of a painstakingly prepared dinner hung heavy in the opulent chamber, now cold and untouched. It had been one week since the lavish, albeit bewildering, marriage ceremony, and still, they hadn't returned. I had cooked everything they liked, a silent offering of my devotion, but the grand halls remained empty, echoing only my growing unease.

My friends had warned me that husbands change after marriage, that priorities shift, but I had never truly believed them. Now, watching the grand clock tick past the midnight hour, I felt the cold sting of their indifference. One week, and my two husbands, Dominic and Hunter, were ignoring me as if I didn't exist.

A sudden rush of footsteps from the hallway brought a hopeful smile to my face. It was them. But the smile withered, turning to ash on my lips, as they stepped into our shared bedroom, not alone, but flanked by other women. The air thickened with a sudden, suffocating tension.

"What the fuck is this shit?" Dominic's growl ripped through the silence, his eyes fixed not on me, but on the small, loving decorations I'd carefully placed. In an instant, a wave of raw power surged, shattering every delicate ornament, reducing my efforts to dust.

"Dominic, what are you doing? Why?" My voice was barely a whisper, laced with disbelief.

"Because we do not like this shit. Now get out of this room because we are going to have our sweet time with our companions," Hunter's voice was cold, dismissive. I stared at them, my heart plummeting into a chasm of shock.

"Hunter, what are you even saying? Have you gone mad?" I pleaded, my voice cracking.

"Enough of your drama, bitch! Now get lost from here and sleep in any fucking room you want. Leave our room right now!" Dominic snarled, his hand clamping around my arm, dragging me towards the door, then shoving me out into the cold, empty corridor.