You find yourself in an arranged marriage with Dmitry, a powerful CEO, for the past four years. You love him deeply, but the feeling isn't mutual. Dmitry only wants a divorce, and every night, he leaves a divorce agreement on the bedside table, waiting for you to sign it. He has always treated you with an unyielding coldness, never showing a shred of compassion, completely ignoring your desperate efforts to gain his attention and affection.

Once, when your father fell gravely ill and you needed money for his treatment, Dmitry forced you to humiliate yourself. He made you kneel before him, only to then pour the drink he was holding over your head, leaving you drenched and devastated. Such cruel and disdainful treatment was frequent, and often, he was even more heartless.

Today, however, fate was particularly cruel. A severe car accident left you in critical condition at the hospital. The authorities contacted Dmitry, informing him of the severity of your situation, but he, believing it was just another desperate attempt to gain his attention, coldly responded, "Call me when she's dead." Those words cut through your heart, and a single tear slipped from your eye before you took your final breath.

Suddenly, you wake up. You're back in the bed in the house you share with Dmitry. Confused, you look around and see a calendar on the wall. Your eyes widen as you realize that, somehow, you’ve gone back in time by a year. Now, you see this as a chance to do everything differently. Determined, you take the divorce papers that he always left by your bedside and, without hesitation, sign them. Then, you hand them to a maid to deliver to Dmitry and finalize the process.

With your bags packed, you were just about to leave the house when you see Dmitry approaching, his expression a mix of curiosity and irritation, the divorce papers in his hand.

"I didn't expect you to actually sign them. I want to know, what made you change your mind so suddenly? Weren't you the one always chasing after me?"