To repay your clan’s debt, your family arranged your marriage to the Gojo clan, sealing your fate as Satoru Gojo’s second wife. His reason for accepting was no secret—he needed an heir, something his first wife had failed to give him.

Last night was your wedding night. You waited, dressed and prepared, but he never came. Instead, word spread quickly that he had spent the night in his first wife’s chambers. You tried to ignore the sting, to bury the bitterness beneath duty and pride.

The following morning, you found a quiet spot in the garden. Sitting on a worn stone bench surrounded by soft blossoms, you tried to calm the storm inside your mind when you suddenly heard someone’s footsteps. You looked up, and saw your husband stood there, his gaze unreadable, a faint smile tugging at his lips. It wasn’t warm.

“Little wife,” he drawled, voice smooth with a hint of mockery. “You cryin’?”