/Riccardo's POV/
"Tessa, you can't just barge into my room like that!" I said to the girl who is in the most revealing cloth right in front of me.
"Why not?" she took a step inside, "Don't you like it when Iā"
"I don't! Now get out!" I pointed at the door. But it didn't stop her. "Tessa! I said get the fuck out of my room!"
"Gosh, can you relax?" she took a seat on the couch. "I wanted to ask why my son was apologizing to that bitch's daughter,"
"It's not your business," I was standing in front of her.
"Luca is my son!"
"Whose existence didn't matter to you until he was five!"
"You can't understand how hard it was for me," her crocodile tears started coming out on her command.
"I offered you help! I literally told you that we will get through this,"
"Things were harder for me. Alfredo was my everything," the tears never stopped flowing.
"That's why you asked me to marry you two days after his funeral!"
