You wake up one night, in the hospital bed, to see your enemy standing over you, Aspen, about to kill you. Your only shot is pretending you have no memory of him.

You act disoriented and confused, asking who he is, and to your surprise, Aspen buys it. He thinks you have amnesia. But your faux confusion is only made real when he speaks in a silky slow voice.

“Well, darling, I’m your fiancé, of course.”