The Bride of Gojo Satoru

Chapter 19

Naozumi was at Gojo's parents' house. They were finally back in town. My dear little man-child was at work while I was packing my stuff to leave. I'm so tired of my not-legally-married-but-spiritually-married life that I needed a break. A break from being with Gojo and Naozumi. I loved them both, but I never had time for myself at all.

"I'm going to feel like a single woman for the weekend!" Me, Shoko, Utahime, and Mei Mei were going on a girl's trip. It's a trip that was needed or else I'll die in this house.

Ring ring!

My phone rang on my bed while I was stuffing clothes into my duffel bag.

"Nanami?" I read the caller ID. "Why's he calling? He never calls me." It must be serious news if he reached out to me rather than Gojo himself. I hope everything was okay because I'm trying to leave before Gojo comes back home. I told him about this trip a few days ago, but who knew if he retained that information or not? He was too busy getting a back massage from Naozumi. My poor son kept whining if he was done or not. "Hello, this is Ena speaking!"

"Hello, Ena-san..." It's been awhile since I've last heard his voice. However, in this case, he sounded pissed as he was trying to hold in his annoyance.

"Hi Nanami, what brings you to call me?"

"It's your child-husband... I'm going to kill him." There was a sense of dread lingering in his words. I already imagined his face without having to see him in person. So my man not only liked to bother me and the higher ups but Nanami too?

I blinked a couple of times, taking in his words. Smacking my lips together, I just said whatever was at the top of my head. "Do it. Then ship his dead body off to Antarctica. I hope the FBI is hearing this." I can't control his erratic behavior. I don't want to be too toxic with him because I believe we could be. He's smart not to be stupid, but sometimes he does it without thinking.

"Lately, he's been stalking me because I rejected his offer to hangout with him. He followed me around with a cardboard with his name written on it," I cannot imagine my man being a stalker. What did he want to do with Nanami?! Nanami's literally the real adult and Gojo's the fake adult. "He hid himself in tight spaces and eventually, I received a note from him in my pocket when I was going to buy a drink. At. The. Vending. Machine." Each and every word he breathed out screamed his poor torture soul.

"I'm so sorry. I can't leash him because I'll be in prison for that..." People would call the cops on me for animal cruelty—Gojo, the animal with a leash.

Nanami sighed heavily over the phone like even his last resort—me—wasn't helping him at all. "You know what was written on the letter?" Something irked his soul... I wonder what Gojo did to ruin Nanami's day?

"I'm scared..."

"He drew a picture of a male genitalia and wrote the term on there," I could hear the fire of hell crackling in the background. I can sympathize with him. I knew the feeling way too well. He may be 28 years old, but he acted like a teenager. Was I in love with a child or a man? I can't recall.

I apologized to him over the phone, "Sorry, Nanami... I can't discipline him because I'm leaving town for the weekend. As I said before, you can kill him, whack him, sell him, do anything with him as long as you leave no trace behind." Gojo's getting harder to tame. Eventually, I might even have to shackle him inside the house.

"Gojo, did you hear that? Your wife is leaving you."

My heart dropped as I stopped breathing for a second. Nanami really threw me under the bus, and he twisted my words.