"I think you're hiding something from me," I tell him as I walk into the room.
"Then explain this!" I lose it. I did mean to keep it at a reasonable volume, but hearing him deny it was too much for me to handle. I chuck his phone at him. "Tell me that you're loyal, faithful. That you love me. You're a fucking bitch liar. Fuck you."
"I can explain."
"Explain what? How can you explain the fucking heart emojis on her fucking contact name? I'm your girlfriend! How can you text her like that-- like you're single?!"