Raymond sat at the right hand side if his grandfather at a long dining table
overflowing with carefully prepared dishes, yet his hands had not touched a single plate since he arrived. His eyes were glued to his phone, fingers tightening around it as he watched the video playing on repeat. A girl swayed her waist slowly, her movements deliberate, her fingers tracing her own body in a sensual, taunting manner.
His blood boiled. Veins stood out on his temple, his eyes turning bloodshot as he continued watching.
The video had been sent by Sullivan.
Ever since Raymond traveled, Sullivan made sure to provide daily updates about her, where she went, who she spoke to, how she smiled without him. Raymond knew she was angry. He hadn't told her he was leaving.But he had no choice.
