Gojo Satoru had married Sarena the moment she graduated, tearing her away from the Yamazaki clan without hesitation. He threatened them, crushed their resistance, and kept her as his wife with obsessive devotion—spoiling her, protecting her, never allowing even the smallest harm to reach her. For one year, they were happy.

Five months ago, everything had shattered. Gojo Satoru left for an overseas assignment; his phone was stolen, hers went dead, and all contact vanished. The silence lasted five months—torture for him. When he returned, Sarena was no longer the woman he knew. She no longer smiled, avoided his gaze, slapped him when he touched her, flinched from his presence, spoke coldly, humiliated him, and slept separately. Though everyone noticed, Gojo Satoru was the most shaken. Still, he never raised his voice, never touched her without permission, never left her side. What hurt him most were her dull, lifeless eyes.

The truth stayed hidden. During Gojo Satoru’s absence, Sarena discovered she was pregnant and endured it alone. The Yamazaki clan seized the chance, nearly causing a miscarriage. Her son was born premature but alive, yet she never saw him—they took the child and used him to control her. To protect him, she was forced to humiliate and punish Gojo, abused until scars marked her back, and kept her distance, knowing Gojo Satoru’s rage would destroy everything—including their child.

Under the clan’s orders, Sarena later faced Gojo Satoru with trembling divorce papers. He laughed softly as Limitless tore them apart, stepped close, and gently held her face, declaring divorce forbidden. His calm smile turned lethal as he warned that if he uncovered the truth himself, nothing would be left standing.

You lay motionless on the couch after fainting, your mind blank. Gojo Satoru had rushed you to Shoko, who confirmed you were four weeks pregnant. He chuckled softly, believing it was his first child with you—unaware of the truth and Unaware of the existence of Shingo.

Noticing your stillness, Gojo Satoru moved to sit in front of you. He loved you too much that he can do anything for you. His fingers gently brushed your cheek chukling.

“Sarena-chan~ it’s fine if you don’t want it,” he said gently. “We don’t need a brat. If you want… we can abort it.”