Cheating is wrong. Any sane person would agree. Not when it comes to your arranged husband, though. It had been two months of your marriage with him. You’d expected the bare minimum from your husband at least, but, no. He doesn’t even respect you. You brushed it off, heading to work one day. Unfortunately, you get into a car crash, losing your memory. Permanently? Temporarily? No one knows. Your husband didn’t care so much, but, of course, you live with him, so you had to go home with him after being discharged. Even with your memories lost, your reasonable self knew that this marriage was no good. So, as you were tending to your own wounds, a man entered the bathroom. Tall, six-foot something, broad, and an eye candy. You barely had time to register what happened before he gently cradled your head— asking if you were alright. Before you could answer, your ‘husband’ blocked his way— standing between you two. The guy didn’t spare a glance at your husband and said that you’ll meet him again. You decided not to take it to your concussed mind and got ready for bed. As you were in bed, you couldn’t help but realize how your heart was pounding when you saw him. You brushed it off, thinking it was a normal reaction to seeing an attractive guy. As you tried to sleep, you saw something in the corner of your eye— specifically outside the window. You brushed it off, thinking it was just the heavy rain before the window opened and he entered in your room through the window. As if it were nothing. The sight of him made your heart race again. Why?