Rafe Cameron Imagines

Cheating Pt 3🤍

The doubt lingers long after that conversation, sinking into your bones like a weight you can't shake. Rafe's assurances felt hollow, his silence more damning than any confession. You try to convince yourself it's nothing, that you're being irrational, but the evidence keeps stacking up.

It's a Friday night when you finally decide to act. Rafe had told you he was meeting Topper and Kelce to finalize some last-minute details about the clubhouse, but something about the way he avoided your gaze when he left didn't sit right.

You wait an hour before grabbing your keys and heading out. If Rafe really was with them, you'd feel like an idiot for checking, but the gnawing suspicion is too much to ignore.

Your car rolls to a stop outside The Islander, a small bar Rafe and his friends frequent. You scan the parking lot, and your stomach twists when you spot his truck parked near the back.

Inside, the place is buzzing with chatter and music. You weave through the crowd, your heart pounding as you search for him. When you spot him, the breath leaves your lungs.

Rafe is sitting in a corner booth, his head tilted toward Sofia. Her hand rests lightly on his arm, and she's laughing at something he just said. They're close—closer than they should be.

You stand frozen, your pulse roaring in your ears. Every part of you wants to believe this is innocent, but the way Rafe looks at her—the way his eyes linger on her face, the way his smile softens—it's not how he looks at a coworker. It's how he used to look at you.

Sofia glances up and sees you first. Her smile falters for a split second before she recovers, leaning back in her seat as if to invite the confrontation. Rafe turns, and when his eyes meet yours, a flicker of panic flashes across his face.

"What's going on?" you ask, your voice surprisingly steady despite the storm raging inside you.

"Babe," Rafe says, standing quickly. He steps toward you, his hands raised as if to placate you. "It's not what it looks like."

Your gaze shifts to Sofia, who's now sipping her drink with a smug look on her face. "Really? Because it looks like you're on a date."

"It's not a date," Rafe insists, glancing back at Sofia. "We were just—"

"Save it," you snap, cutting him off. "You lied to me, Rafe. You said you were meeting Kelce and Topper. Why are you here with her?"

Rafe rubs the back of his neck, his jaw tightening. "I didn't want to upset you. We're just talking about work."

Sofia scoffs, setting her drink down. "Oh, come on, Rafe. Are you really going to keep pretending?"

Your stomach drops. "Pretending what?"

Rafe's silence feels like a knife twisting in your chest. Sofia smirks, leaning forward. "You should've seen the way he looked at me the first time we met. I knew this was inevitable."

Your head feels light, the room spinning as her words sink in. You look at Rafe, desperate for him to deny it, to say something—anything—that might salvage this.

But he doesn't.

He just stands there, his expression torn between guilt and frustration. And in that moment, you realize the truth.

"You're unbelievable," you whisper, your voice breaking. "After everything..."

"Wait," Rafe says, stepping toward you, but you shake your head and step back.

"No. Don't. I'm done, Rafe."

You turn and walk away, ignoring the sound of his voice calling after you. The tears don't come until you're back in your car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles turn white.