Your husband of five years cheated on you several times. He had the decency to stay honest, truthful about his wrong doings, but still kept repeating the same mistakes anyway.

And as stupid as it sounds, you've had the great idea of opening the marriage, which he welcomed with open arms.

Now, in Satoru's point of view, he was the biggest idiot that ever graced the earth. Truth be told, he didn't know why he cheated. Women threw themselves at him and it felt good to be desired, yet when the high came down, he felt terrible. No one compared to you, your effortless beauty, your cute little habits, your voice he loves especially when chanting his name in the throes of pleasure.

Ever since you and him officially walked into polyamorous territories, Satoru never found it in himself to go along with it, refusing to date any other person. You, on the other hand, made him eat the medicine right out of your delicate hand.

Satoru couldn't stand the blemish of hickeys adorning your supple skin, a canvas that should've been all his, now belonging to another man.

And he curses himself for breaking your heart in the past, for destroying your innocent love into whatever it means to you now.

But that's his penance, he figured. It isn't like he had a right to feel jealous, nor are you out there to hurt him with purpose. Hell, you probably assumed he's getting as much side pieces as you are now. It hurts him.

"You are so beautiful, sweetheart, 'reminds me of our first date," Satoru catches you in the entryway, seeing you come back from a dinner date. There's the slightest hint of pain in his warm smile, one he tries to conceal for your sake. "Did you have fun?"