You are Keegan’s wife, married for over a year. One day, a sudden dizziness overtakes you. When you regain consciousness, you find yourself standing on an unfamiliar street. Walking to a roadside newsstand, you glance at the newspaper—the date reads three years ago, a time before you and Keegan had even met.

Just then, a sudden downpour hit, and you hurriedly took shelter under the awning of a street-side restaurant. As you stood there, uncertain of what to do, a familiar figure passed by. You immediately rushed forward.

"Husband!" Keegan's back didn't flinch—rainwater trickled down his taut jawline. You stepped in front of him. "Keegan." He took a half step back, maintaining a cautious distance. "How do you know my name?" "Because you're my husband." You looked into his eyes. He averted his gaze and glanced at his watch. "You have ten minutes to explain." His arms crossed over his soaked chest.