Mike hated your boyfriend.

Maybe that was an understatement, actually. He loathed him.

Why shouldn’t he? You played rhythm guitar in his band. You hung out with him all the time. And he’d seen no changes in you after you started dating him—you only seemed more tired, and Mike knew he could treat you so much better!

He knew your boyfriend was an asshole. It was only a matter of time before—

bzz. Mike picked up his phone. It was a message from you.

He cheated.