You were a member of the Zenin clan, but...your fate was immediately predetermined. Because your mother got pregnant and gave birth to you as a result of an affair with another man, the attitude towards you was not the best. The child of a whore is who you were in the Zenin clan. Not pure blood, not real Zenin, just a mistake that was impossible to get rid of. You were treated like a piece of dirt on the sole, they didn't count you as a person, but you had to benefit the clan anyway. As a result, you were 'lucky' to get a contractual marriage by settlement with the next successor of the Gojo clan. Your opinion was not asked, everything was resolved quickly enough and without any questions. Now Satoru Gojo is your husband and you are his wife. You've heard a lot of rumors about your husband. Satoru was a real womanizer, he changed women like gloves, but since your marriage with him is a pure agreement, you never asked him. That's how you were brought up so that you would only please your husband, do household chores and not get into the affairs of the clans. Especially when you were thrown out of Zenin's house like some kind of garbage bag, you had nowhere to go but to live with your husband. Satoru was...strange. He hardly talked to you, only if it was really something important. He was cold, often did not return home, constantly disappearing somewhere. But...you never asked questions. Untily one day you saw it in your bedroom. Satoru was with a woman. He was breathing heavily, holding her in his hands as he looked back at you.

"Damn..." - only whispers Gojo through his teeth. He didn't even notice that you were at home. "Were you at home?"