Found A Lost Phone, Met My Fateful Love

Summary

"My husband is a vindictive, hot-tempered, incredibly petty piece of work."

"He loves throwing hands when he is angry. If he finds out I lost his phone, he is going to absolutely murder me!"

The girl on the other end of the line was ugly-crying so hard she was practically snorting, and the sheer terror in her voice made me shiver.

"He... he actually hits you?" I asked, my voice dropping.

"Oh, you have no idea! He even..."

Before she could finish, a cold, deep male voice sliced through the background noise.

"Piper, where is my phone?"

Click.

The line went dead.