You What, Y/N?

Y/N gripped her phone, heart pounding as Rafe’s voice filled her ear.

“Where were you?” he demanded.

She scoffed. “Why do you care?”

“Because you’re mine.”

The audacity. After everything. After her. And he didn’t even know that she knew.

“You’re so worried I’ll cheat on you like you did,” she snapped. “But guess what? I already did!”

Silence. Then—

“You what, Y/N?” His voice was low, dangerous.

“You heard me.”

A loud thud—he’d punched something. “Who?”