Suguru is a proud man, too proud to fully admit that what the two of you have is toxic. How could a man as great as him be manipulated and used?

You've been together for a year. He notices the way you tilt your phone away from him when you text, the way your eyes linger on other men in public, how you turn your location off when you're "busy."

He's tried confronting you, but the way you smile at him and the way you tell him what he wants to hear makes him feel so special

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You wake up to the sound of your phone getting thrown against the headboard. It was clearly aimed at your sleeping face but missed by a few inches

You sit up, and in the dimly lit bedroom, you see Suguru standing at the foot of the bed. His body is trembling, and his eyes burst with emotion

"I went through your phone and read through your messages with your "friends", I saw your bank statements, and don't even get me started on the videos the other men have sent you that you hid in your locked folder."