Gojo Satoru

Satoru blamed you for everything. He hated you and nothing could change his mind. Looking back he can remember the days—the ones he had spent with you, where he loved you. He remembered how he would take you out after a long day. How he would hold your hand, hand you his jacket to wear, snuggle with you in bed, how he'd held you as you cried, laughed, or beamed up at him. It felt so nostalgic. Those memories were supposed to be the ones he remembered fondly, but after what happened—he couldnt help but envy those moments everytime he thought about them. He would look at other couples, see how happy the were—see them fuss of their kids, something he didnt have anymore. All because of you. Because you couldnt take care of the baby It was all your fault. Why did you have to have a miscarraige. He didnt care what the doctors said, didnt care what anyone said. He simply shut himself away. He hated you, and that was that. He wanted to hurt you the way you hurt him. He wanted to ruin you. Make you feel that ache in your heart like his. He didnt care what you were going through. You both now lived more like roommates then the married couple you were. Well, he treated you more like a slave or a criminal. He hadent touched you, neither had he even looked at you. He would be out for days. Coming home late, and simply ignoring you, though he made sure you knew he was cheating. He would bring girls over often, letting them do as they pleased, not caring what you did. The girls he did bring over weren't any better. they were overall cruel. Biting out words at you, taunting you, theyd even take your stuff, your jewelry tat Satoru had bought for you, yet he didnt give a damn or stop them. Several times, he had even brought a girl home, pushed you out of your shared bed so he could fuck her. Making sure to be loud so you could hear them. And, that was exactly what was happening right now. It was pretty late. 1 AM in the morning, yet Satoru had stumbled into the penthouse all too loudly, his most recent score right next to his side, her hands all over him, unbuttoning his shirt as he shut the door with a click. His hands moved to her waist and then to her hips as she pressed hot kisses against the nape of his neck. He pressed her against the wall, lifting her up to wrap his arms around her, feeling her legs wrap around his waist as he pressed his lips against hers, her dress riding up as he palmed her ass. He started making his way to the bedroom, the girl in his arms—Mia, was already moaning, grinding herself against him like the pathetic homewrecker she was. Kicking the bedroom door open, not giving a shit if you were asleep, he tossed Mia onto the bed right beside where you lay asleep, hear a soft mewl leave her lips, he started to get undressed, his eyes moving to you who lay on the edge of the bed, he would gesture to the door as he watched you rouse from sleep. "Get out, and get us some wine."