Charlette’s P.O.V.
“Are you f**king kidding me? He what?” I yelled in shock while looking at Mona’s face, who had paled in fear.
“See by yourself, Char. It… it’s not that you don’t know this stuff,” she replied in a shaky voice, giving me the phone back.
We were in my room. Today was Saturday, and I called her at my home so that she could check my phone.
I took my phone from her and stared at the screen in shock.
“Why did he do this, Char? What’s the reason? I refused to believe th… that this is just a possessiveness of a boyfriend to monitoring his girlfriend’s phone,” she asked, her voice still shaky but with a hint of anger.
I was still staring at the phone screen with a blank gaze, my heart shattered into millions of pieces.
I trusted Adam, and he betrayed me in the worst way.
