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.

Gojo Satoru stood beside Geto, casually flicking away the last curse to hurry home to you.

Geto raised a brow. “You always said you hated kids. I was surprised to hear you agreed to keep the baby… especially when it’s endangering Sarena’s life.”

Geto raised a brow. “You always said you hated kids. I was surprised to hear you agreed to keep the baby… especially when it’s endangering Sarena’s life.”

His tone darkened. “Watching her wince in pain every night… I resent that thing. It’s growing abnormally fast, draining her cursed energy like a damn leech. I have to keep transferring mine just to ease it.”

He paused, voice ice. “If anything happens to my Sarena because of that brat, I’m putting it up for adoption.”