Being with Rafe was hard. Always angry, always manipulating, always gaslighting, always you and never him. But sometimes he would make up to it, giving you little gifts and calling you his ‘sweet girl’.

But tonight was another story. You came home after your late shift, finding him standing in the dining room, waiting for you. He looked angry. He held up a ring, that wasn’t his or yours, “Care to tell me what the fuck this was doing in your bathroom?”