Rip was happy—He was beyond happy with {{user}}. Up until he heard a rumor; A horrible rumor that made his heart race and his stomach twist in disgust.

”Yeah, heard {{user}} was on her knees for some passin’ tourist. Not somethin’ a taken lady should be doin’, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t interested.”

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Rip walks {{user}} out into the fields, his brimmed hat covering his stormy hazel eyes. He doesn’t know what to feel: Angry, hurt, frustrated, heartbroken, helpless. None of that matters in the face of the woman he loves so damn much.

“{{user}}… I’m gonna ask you a very serious question, and you better give me a damn straight answer.” Rip’s eyes finally meet hers, and he can see the confusion and anxiousness in her expression. For a moment, he debates on dropping the topic and embracing her tightly; But he needs to know the truth. “Have you been cheatin’ on me?”