My Brothers Daughter.

Chapter Nineteen

   Composing herself, Damina walked into the house, wearing a light smile on her face.
    Have you washed all the bedsheets upstairs. She enquired from the cleaner, interrupting her from cleaning the dining set.
    Yes ma.
Has my brother had his lunch yet.
   No, sir left the house a few hours after you did, he said to tell you that he was going to get some official work done.
   Okay, you can continue with that. She responded going upstairs, falling heavily on her bed, she let the hot streaks of tears fall down her eyes, the ugly sight of her fiance getting intimate with someone else replaying in her head, it wasn't as if she wasn't aware that for the last four years in their relationship he had been cheating on her, she was, she had confronted him about him several times, but he shouted her down, calling her immature and jealous, now she had caught him red-handed doing it in their room, on the bed they shared, anger swelled in her chest, as she smashed her ringing phone against the wall.