RAVEN
“What the f**k, Raven?” Dante rasps, wiping a hand across his eyes.
The water drips from his face, soaking his crisp white shirt.
“What do I mean by what the f**k?” I scream, not caring who is watching. “Is this your ‘business trip’? Is this why you’ve been acting like I’m a ghost for weeks? Is this why you left me all alone last night?”
I point at the woman sitting across from him. Up close, she is even more beautiful than I imagine. I hate it, because I wish I looked better; then I could have some points.
“Raven, stop,” Dante says, and my brows wrinkle further.
“No! I won’t stop!” I turn my gaze to the girl, my vision blurring with hot, angry tears. “God, I get it. She’s pretty. She’s young, but Dante, I am your wife. It f*****g hurts to be discarded like trash for… for this!
