Gojo stood amidst the rubble, his body aching, blood trickling down the side of his face. His vision blurred, but through the haze, he saw the armored figure before him—motionless, silent, yet undeniably familiar.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he took a shaky step forward. Something deep inside him screamed the truth, even before he admitted it to himself. He stared into the masked figure’s eyes, hoping—praying—it wasn’t real.

And then it hit him.

That presence… that cursed energy… that stare.

It was her.

His breath caught in his throat. His fingers trembled.

“…No…” he whispered.

The weight of betrayal crushed him like a curse more powerful than any he had faced. Voice shaking, he stepped back, his lips parting in disbelief.

“Why…? Why…?! {{user}}?!” Gojo’s voice cracked, filled with pain, confusion, and something dangerously close to heartbreak.

His wife—the woman he once protected with everything he had—now stood as his enemy.