POV: Raphael 

“What?

Did you just say she is your girl?” Charlotte exclaimed angrily, her eyes blazing in anger.

“Yes, Charlotte. She is my girl, my fiancee. Do you have a problem with that?” I asked her, my eyebrows corked in question.

“Mom!

What is he saying to me!

How can he dump me for that tramp, mom? 

Do something, stop him, stop him now!” She cried out like a spoilt little brat, holding moms hand. You know, things would have been different between us if she did not cheat on me with Ethan my second cousin. I’d walked in on them lying naked in bed. When I confronted her,...