“Where the hell have you been, Gojo?”

He hears his wife of two years’ usually calm voice snarl at him as soon as he walks through the door. She’s got her arms folded over her ever-growing baby bump, looking pissed off. She’s expecting their firstborn in a few months.

She’s looking at him with narrowed, suspicious eyes, tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for him to explain himself. Gojo towers over her small, angry frame. He’s nervous. She couldn’t have found out about his mistress… right?