Part 2My Fiancé's Ex Burst Into Our Engagement Party... With His Child

Sure enough, Raphael caved.

We went to an exclusive country club, where I had a private VIP room.

Of course, Emma and her twins tagged along.

Raphael and I sat across from each other, while Emma kept the kids busy in the corner, occasionally glancing over at us.

Raphael started, “Cindy, I’ll pay you back every cent I owe, but right now, I don’t have enough money. Could you—?”

“If you don’t have the money, hand over your projects.”

If we’re going to end things, we might as well cut ties completely. I could see that my coldness was starting to shatter whatever image Raphael had of me. He stared at me, stunned.

Emma, the typical homemaker type who clearly didn’t understand business, jumped up immediately when she heard I wanted his projects.

“How can that be? Cindy, those projects belong to Raphael—”

Just hearing her voice made me sick.

Did she think standing up for him was helping? Wrong.

I wasn’t about to play nice. Her voice only reminded me that she was the reason my relationship ended.

“Does this concern you?”

Emma looked like she’d been punched, her face scrunching up in hurt, as if I was persecuting her.

Raphael, of course, wasn’t happy that I talked to his beloved like that. “Cindy, Emma doesn’t know anything about this. There’s no need to speak to her like that.”

He turned to Emma and added, “Cindy negotiated all these deals herself. If she wants to take them, it’s only fair.”

I laughed at Raphael’s naïveté.

“The deals I negotiated? Of course I’m taking those. But I’m talking about your projects.”

Raphael looked shocked. “What are you saying?”

I chuckled. “You don’t have money, so pay me with your projects. Is that so hard to understand?”

Raphael’s face darkened, like he was holding back a lot of anger. “Cindy, do you really have to be this heartless? Can’t we at least stay friends?”

Friends?

A man who dumped me at my own engagement party wants to be friends? That’s got to be the biggest joke of the century.