Raphael stared down at the bags filling the vestibule. There were four large suitcases and a designer duffel bag he’d purchased for Kena last year. He didn’t even know the designer but knew she would have it because it cost a grip to purchase. He wanted her to have everything and more. She ain’t leaving me and taking my stuff, was his first thought, but as he walked through the huge house, he realized she wasn’t there, and the smaller nondescript suitcases were gone with her. Racing back to the living room, he kicked one of the bags, and realized it was empty. Checking one and then the other, he saw they were all empty, except the duffel. It was filled with other expensive handbags he’d purchased. There was also a note: Raph, I told you it was me or the bag... I’m not living that life with you forever. Since you chose the bag, here are a few more. Kena. Feeling frustrated and scared, Raphael turned around in a circle, their life together, flashing before his eyes. She warned him. It's Me OR The Bag by @angeliamenchan http://bit.ly/MeOrTheBag #priorities #chasingthebag #loveormoney #urbanfiction #newbookrelease #secondchancestories https://www.instagram.com/p/B5P6njdDq4A/?igshid=1odu8bgx4gcci