It was the last straw.
Akihito angrily stuffed another rumpled shirt into his backpack tearing through the remaining drawers for his favorite jeans.
He had put up with a lot of shit over the last five years but this…this topped the list.
Giving up on the jeans Akihito quickly zipped up his backpack and swung it on. Grabbing the only other bag he had to his name, a carry on filled with cameras, Akihito angrily kicked their bedroom door open stalking towards the front door. He only had a short time frame if he wanted to make this to work.
He had given up so much for that bastard, a home of his own, good paying and high profile jobs, the best years of his life, for what?
Akihito froze as his eyes fell on the small and delicately wrapped parcel on the dinning room table in front of the seat he had claimed as his own so many years before.
It wasn't like he hadn't known Asami cheated on him, he wasn't stupid, he had just thought, after everything they had gone through, he'd at least have the common decency not to flaunt it in his face especially after…
Akihito gently picked up the parcel recognizing Asami's curved penmanship on the envelope attached to the front. Frustrated, Akihito slammed the present down disgusted with himself when he felt tears run down his face, since when did that bastard buy him birthday presents. He quickly glanced down at his left hand, at the small silver band adorning his ring finger, Akihito gently fingered it in thought.
He said he wanted them to stay together forever, however that didn't seem at all likely anymore. Asami had royally fucked up this time, he had screwed around with the wrong girl thinking nothing of it, only for the teenager to show up on their door step four months later pregnant. Akihito had to hand it to her, the bitch was smart, she had waited until the option of abortion was off the table before going to tell her baby daddy.
Akihito slipped the ring from his finger and gently placed it down beside the untouched present; he had had enough. Akihito had stayed calm, and tried to be understanding throughout this whole process, but he drew the line at her moving into the penthouse, he was nobody's mistress or a throw rug rug to be walked over. With one last mournful look over his shoulder Akihito glanced down at his watch, the guards changed shifts at exactly midnight; he had a five-minute window if he wanted to escape.
3…2…1…
After taking a long-suffering breath Akihito quickly slipped out the front door and made his way to the elevator. He wanted to forget, he needed to forget, the last straw, all the pain and heartache, those last damming words uttered before he left.
'I'm sorry Akihito, but I'm marrying her.'
By the time Asami even realized something was wrong it would already be too late, the love of his life had already slipped through his fingers, Akihiko was gone.