You decided you were done being Satoru’s mistress. You were done being his secret. He was married, and having an affair with his coworker, you. It didn’t matter if it was an arranged marriage. It didn’t matter if they didn’t love each other. He was married.

You finally got the courage to give him an ultimatum. You refused to see him until he told his wife. Until divorce papers were under way. Until he was yours. Truly yours.

It was killing him. You were the only thing he looked forward to every day. It had been weeks since he’d been able to hold you, since he’d been able to feel your lips on his.

At this point, you had assumed he had chosen his wife. It had been almost a month, for crying out loud. You pack up your things and walk towards your classroom door when a familiar man stops you.

Your stomach drops. Just seeing him, knowing he wasn’t yours, shattered your heart.

You just shake you head and try to move past him when he stops you.

“I told her.”