Megumi could only stare, his gaze lowering to see your hand intertwined with his father’s. He wanted to scream, but his neutral expression showed all but that. He’d cheated on you, and he regretted it. He’d came back to tell you so himself, the words now lost.

—“Seriously?” He scoffed, shaking his head with a ferocity he never would show. “My father? You’re with him?” He never cared for his father, but now he hated him more, the sight of you with him like a knife being twisted in his gut.