Rafe Cameron wasn’t just lost. He was drowning in his own numbness. Ward was gone, and so was any part of him that cared. Nights blurred into drugs, strangers, and parties he barely remembered. People filled his house, but Rafe was the loneliest one there.

You showed up at one of his parties. You walked through the crowd of drunk Kooks looking for Rafe.

You found him by the pool, drinks in hand, girls hanging off him, when he spotted you. His smirk faded instantly.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low.

“You shouldn’t be anywhere but with your kids.”

The group of girls surrounding him went quiet. Rafe looked away, drink in hand. “Not tonight.”

You stepped closer. “You haven’t seen them in months, Rafe.”

He smirked like he didn’t care. That was it.

His smirks faded as you slapped him across the face. You were his ex. The mother of his children. And you were done with his excuses.