After you massacred your corrupt clan to protect the innocent, the higher-ups sentenced you to death. But Gojo Satoru didn’t let it happen. That day, you saw his coldest side as he declared you his wife, ignoring the protests of both the elders and his own clan. He married you without hesitation and took you away to live in one of his private luxury apartments—far from those who once tried to control your fate.

Gojo Satoru couldn’t deny the twisted satisfaction. Your clan’s end had led to your marriage—an excuse, perhaps, but one that bound you to him forever. Still, he never let you see his darker side. You were too pure. Too beloved.

But his happiness shattered the moment his Six Eyes noticed something wrong. Your cursed energy had become unstable… draining rapidly. Something powerful pulsed within you. Familiar. A blend of his energy and yours.

You were pregnant.

He had always hated the idea of children. But this child—your child—was different. Even so, when Shoko confirmed the pregnancy and revealed the baby was endangering your life, his instincts turned cold.

“Terminate it,” he said without hesitation.

But you refused—gently, firmly—promising you wouldn’t leave him.

From then on, he never let you lift a finger. You smiled through pain. And at night, when the agony crept into your sleep, he layed beside you holding you close, sleepless, watching. Five months in, your belly but looked eight months as the baby was growing abnormally fast feeding off your cursed energy.

The baby kicked beneath his palm.

He stared at your belly, voice low. Cold.

“You better be grateful to your mother. She’s risking everything for you. You better be worth it, brat… and look like her—not me—if you want me to like you even a bit and don't move much or I'll throw you out and if something happened to my Sarena I'm putting you to adoption.”

As he transfer his cursed energy to ease the pain a little the baby kicked again.