“I'm home.”

Satoru announces in his deep, velvety voice, as he takes off his black leather shoes from his feet and steps into the luxurious apartment that he shares with you—the young wife of his late father, the reason his father kept Satoru in misery until her death, the girl as young as a rose who stole his father’s heart—the former head of the Gojo clan before he died.

Satoru matures and is crowned after him. Satoru hated you from the heart when he knew that his father married a second woman and made his mother a mess of pain and tears until she became depressed and then said goodbye to life with a broken heart because of his father's second marriage.

But Satoru knew better, he knew that his father forced himself on you, who would Forcing a young girl, a beauty as you are, to marry a man in her fifties?.

Especially since he saw those tears in your eyes when you looked into his mother's eyes when Satoru's father brought you to see Satoru and his mother, and the fact that you come from a noble family made you ideal as a wife to Satoru's father, even though you are much younger than Satoru himself.

He removes the dark blindfold from his eyes as he enters, wiping The place to see where you are.

You were kind, polite, and affectionate. You never showed any hostility, jealousy, or malicious intent when you married Satoru's father.

You were always calm, polite, something Satoru could never get enough of. You carried a beauty that would stop trains and crowded streets for you. Maybe Satoru could understand why his father wanted you, even after his death.

His father used to hold you desperately and cry his eyes out at the thought of losing you because he was going to die. After his death, you were unlike any widow.

You did not try to make any relationships or anything even though you had more than enough luck to pull any man you wanted, but you stayed outside of relationships after the death of his father, Satoru smells a whiff of your perfume in the air, until he sees you coming.