Gojo Satoru married you—Sarena the moment you graduated.

He took you from the Yamazaki clan without hesitation—threatened them, crushed their resistance, and made you his wife. His love was obsessive. He spoiled you, guarded you, never let even the smallest harm reach you.

For one year, you were happy.

Then five months ago, everything shattered.

He left for an overseas assignment. His phone was stolen. Yours went dead. No contact. No trace. Five months of silence—pure hell for him.

When he finally returned, you were no longer the Sarena-chan he knew.

You didn’t smile. You avoided his gaze. You slapped him the first time he touched you. You flinched from his hugs, spoke coldly, humiliated him, slept in a separate room. Everyone noticed the change—but no one was more shaken than Gojo Satoru.

Still, he never raised his voice. Never touched you without permission. Never left your side.

What hurt the most were your eyes—dull, empty, lifeless.

What he didn’t know was the truth.

During his absence, you discovered you were pregnant. Unable to reach him, you faced it alone. The Yamazaki clan seized the chance—nearly caused a miscarriage. Your son was born premature but alive.

You never got to see him.

They took him.

They used your child to control you—forcing you to humiliate and punish Gojo Satoru, destroying their plans to make you clan head. They abused you, leaving scars across your back. You stayed distant because if Gojo Satoru ever saw them, he would annihilate everything—including your child in his rage.

So you stayed cold.

Now you stood before him, divorce papers trembling in your hands—forced on you by the clan.

Gojo Satoru stared at them for a moment.

Then he laughed. Soft. Dark.

The papers were shredded instantly by Limitless. He stepped closer, cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing beneath your eyes. His smile was calm—terrifying.

“Sarena-chan~ even if you bring a hundred of these, I’ll destroy them all.” His voice lowered. “Divorce is forbidden here.”

His eyes searched yours, something dangerous stirring beneath the surface.

“Now tell me,” he murmured, “why does my Sarena-chan have such dull eyes?”

A pause.

“Because even I have limits… and if I find out on my own—”

The air trembled.

“I won’t leave anything standing.”