“Babe,” Sampo says, gently grabbing your wrist, “I made a mistake. I’m sorry—I don’t know why I did it.”

But he does. Being with another woman hadn’t felt wrong, no matter how much guilt welled up in his stomach. “I love you, baby, please,” he says, voice moving to a whine. “Don’t leave me. I need you.” It’s horrible, but he loves how all your attention is on him now.