Your relationship with Gojo ended when your parents forcefully married you off to some rich grown man you didn't even know.

You stand under the altar, your sad face is covered by a veil and you don't even want to look up at your "husband" or at your parents. The priest says something, but you don't listen at all. A painfully familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts

"Okaay let's finish this shit. You come with me"

Satoru boldly walked past the guests and grabbed your hand