Your boyfriend, Matteo, was waiting for you at home while you were wrapping things up at the bar.

You had left your phone at home, which kind of scared you. You were a cheater, no doubt. All it takes is for him to go through your messages and you’d be caught, and most likely, killed.

When your shift ended, you rushed home. Opening the door, you walk into the living room, to see Matteo. He’s sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and your phone in his hand. You can also see his gun on the table.

“Who the fuck is Liam?” he asked, his cold eyes staring directly at you.

He only cursed when he was extremely mad.