His Pretend Wife • Gojo S.

Chapter 30

GOJO SATORU

The dimly lit meeting room felt suffocating, the air thick with the endless droning of the higher-ups. Their words blurred together, blending into a constant hum of self-importance and hypocrisy.

This was pointless.

I had done my part. I had ended the battle. The fight against Sukuna had nearly killed me, yet here I was, still standing. The strongest, they called me. And yet, despite everything, they still had the nerve to scold me-like some disobedient child.

"The Gojo Clan will oppose this decision-"

I cut him off sharply. "I am the Gojo Clan." My voice echoed through the vast room, colder than the frost that had settled in my chest. "And I've made my decision. I'm retiring."

"Absolutely not!"

God, when will this end?

I bit back the urge to snap. They didn't care about me. They never had. To them, I was a weapon-a tool to be wielded in times of chaos.

The higher-ups couldn't fathom the idea of losing their strongest sorcerer because who else would they hide behind when hell came knocking again?

Thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes of repetitive arguments, empty threats, and power plays I no longer cared about.

My patience was running thinner with every passing second.

Then, a soft buzz vibrated against my pocket.

I glanced down, flipping my phone open beneath the table. A single message illuminated the screen.

Shoko: Your wife's here.

My heart stopped.

The words felt like a punch to the gut, the breath stolen from my lungs.

No.

It couldn't be.

Gojo Satoru: Which one? hehehe.

After that... no response.

Shoko wouldn't joke about something like this. Not Her.

I stared at the message, pulse quickening, a shiver of something cold-no, something painful-sliding down my spine.

She's here?

Why?

Why now, after all this time?

I clenched my jaw, locking my phone and setting it face-down on the polished mahogany table. The noise around me faded, replaced by a deafening ringing in my ears.

What the hell did she want?

What right did she have to show up here after everything?

That woman-Y/n.

The image of her face flashed in my mind. The softness in her eyes. The way she used to look at me like I was more than just "The Strongest." More than a weapon.

But all of that was gone now.

Rage stirred deep within me, bitter and sharp like acid.

She had called me-just before my fight with Sukuna. A single phone call. Cold. Detached. "The damage is already done."

The damage.

That was how she told me she had terminated our child.

Our child.