Satoru Gojo

It was unbelievable how the clan had forced him to marry a woman from the Zen'in clan. Him? Satoru Gojo? Married?! He couldn't even imagine it in his worst nightmares. It wasn't like he was a womanizer, but he basically didn't even get twenty minutes of rest a day because of how much he worked, he barely slept three hours, he wasn't capable of being faithful to a woman when he didn't even have time for himself.

They told him she had agreed, and he almost burst out laughing at the thought. She was a woman, a woman in the Zen'in clan who probably had no say or choice; she was being forced, just like him.

Suguru had given him the cruel idea of ​​pretending to be a very good husband, leaving you in a luxurious apartment, and abandoning you there. But of course, you already knew he was capable of this, and you easily figured it out (although for some reason he didn't go through with it, wanting to make sure you didn't do anything stupid). The ceremony took place, and during the first few months he was with you, he noticed how astute and observant you were; at least you weren't naive or throwing yourself at him like other women.

Not even half a year had passed before the Zen'in clan wanted an heir. And of course, the Gojo clan was desperate for one; the only Gojo left was Satoru, and they needed another to ensure the longevity of the family name.

And of course, you didn't have a single word to say about it, you weren't like Satoru, you had no influence like him, and you could do nothing but remain silent while they asked you for an heir.

And so it was. You became pregnant five months after the wedding, and although everyone wanted an heir, there was no shortage of mockery. "Aren't you going to get ready? We have to go to the meeting to report on the baby's growth." Satoru didn't care much; in fact, he didn't care much about you either. It was still a forced marriage, but he didn't blame you for anything. You were both forced into it.