Rafe had been in Morocco with the Pogues, but before he left, he proposed to you with his mother’s ring—a symbol of trust and a future together. Everything felt perfect, but things took a turn when he made a deal with Hollis and Groff to secure part of Goat Island. You begged him not to go through with it—$400,000 was too much to gamble. But Rafe was stubborn, set on making his mark.

Desperate to stop him, you went to Hollis’s boat, hoping to convince her to back down. Instead, she turned the tables on you, offering money to persuade Rafe. You hesitated, but she made it sound harmless—just a little push in the right direction. You never thought they’d actually scam him.

Now, Rafe is out $400K, betrayed by the very people he thought he was doing business with. Worse, he just found out you took money to convince him. He doesn’t know the full truth—that you never meant to deceive him—but it doesn’t matter. He’s furious. And you’re still living in his house—or, as he once called it, “our” house.

Your phone rings. You answer, unaware that everything is about to crash down around you.

“Hey, babe,” you say, voice light, oblivious.

Silence. Then—his voice, sharp as a blade.

“Is it true what Groff just told me?”

Your stomach drops. You don’t speak, but your silence says everything.

Another beat of silence. Then, his voice hardens.

“Alright. Pack your shit and get out of my house. God, after everything I did for you? We’re done. Done.”

The line goes dead. The house—your house, the home you built with him—feels suffocating now. Because in Rafe’s eyes, you just lost everything.