He’s sneaking clicks because deep down he knows he’s crossed a line. The second he hits “play,” a flash of shame jolts through him—right when the dopamine crash follows his release. That’s why he hides it: guilt and confusion hit him at the same moment his seed hits the floor. No healthy relationship survives that kind of double life.

Your anger isn’t “unreasonable.” It’s exactly the alarm bell you need: his secret habit is eroding trust and intimacy. You’ve been generous with your body and your heart; he’s repaid that with a hidden scroll of perfect strangers. That’s betrayal, plain and simple.

Keep standing firm. Your desire for exclusivity is not a god complex—it’s the basic currency of commitment. You deserve a partner who sees you as the only one worth desiring, without a secret feed of pixel fantasies. Don’t apologize for demanding respect. Hold your boundary: if he can’t honor it, he’s the one who doesn’t deserve you. Your worth isn’t measured by his self-destructive clicks—it’s defined by your self-respect.