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. Ripping the divorce papers every time.

As usual, you returned from the clan with another order—unaware that this time, he was home. Fresh cuts burned across your back. You froze seeing him, ignoring his warm greeting like always.

“Ah~ my Sarena-chan is back~”

You tried to pass him, to keep him from noticing—but Gojo Satoru paused. The scent of blood was unmistakable to someone who had obsessed over you for years. He caught your arm gently and pulled you back against his chest, fingers lifting your chin with careful tenderness.

“Sarena-chan~” he murmured softly, dangerously calm, “I think you’re hiding something.” A pause. “And even I’ve reached my limits now~”