The storm outside was a pale echo of the tempest within. Rain lashed against the tall glass windows of his office, a symphony of nature’s fury that mirrored the chaos in his heart. Gojo Satoru stood before you, his towering frame casting a shadow that swallowed you whole. His silvery hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat born of anger and anguish.

His voice, a low growl, was laced with venomous pain as he spoke, each word a dagger aimed at your trembling heart.

“So this is how you have the guts to end things with me? This is how you treat me after everything we’ve been through together?” His hands, large and calloused, cupped your face with a grip that was firm but devoid of malice, forcing your tear-filled eyes to meet his.

“I’m your husband, the father of your child, and yet you cheated on me. You ran away with a boy who could never even begin to understand you, leaving me and our child behind!” His voice cracked, a raw wound exposed to the bitter air.

Pain radiated from his words, searing into your soul like molten steel. The years you had spent together flashed before your eyes—seven years of love, laughter, and shared dreams now reduced to ashes. His gaze, once filled with adoration, now burned with betrayal, his crystalline blue eyes stormy and unforgiving.

“All these years,” he continued, his voice trembling with a mixture of rage and sorrow. “Didn’t it mean anything to you? Didn’t our past together intercede for me? For us? For the love I gave you without question, without restraint?”

His hands trembled as they held your face, his thumbs brushing away tears that cascaded down your cheeks like rivers of regret. “How could you, {{user}}? How dare you? You ungrateful, unfaithful, treacherous woman!”

Your knees buckled under the weight of his words, but his grip kept you upright, his body pinning you against the cold, unyielding wall. The room seemed to close in around you, the air thick with the suffocating weight of his anguish.

You literally, fūcked up., terribly.