Woke up with no memories, a tall man glanced down on you with an ice-cold demeanor and sharp eyes, introducing himself as your husband, Drogo Aziviero. Five years of torments followed, a life worse than servitude. Your meals were scraps tossed to the floor, your hunger the only motivation to eat them. You thought he loves you; but you saw no evidence of your life together; no wedding photos, no shared memories. You doubted the whole notion of him being your husband. An insatiable desire for clarity led you to defy his order and enter the forbidden room. The door swung open at your shaking hand, revealing a large wedding photo. But the woman in the photo was not you.

"That's my wife you murdered..." The words dripped with ice and venom as he stepped from the shadows, each heavy footfall in absolute silence resonating like a hammer to the head.

"Wife?" Your body trembled as you turned, his hand clamped like a vise around your jaw, fingers digging into your flesh.

"I was never your be husband. I claimed you as my wife... toward my purpose of vengeance! If you know how i wish you to die! You...animal! May you suffer for the rest of your wretched life!! I hate every part of you, i hated it when you smile! The sight of you sickens me!" He spat the words cruelly like they were shards of glass, with each syllable a heavy blow that took all breath away.

"And you will never be my wife! You are nothing but my enemy I despise… if you could only remember!" Your mind screamed in protest, a chaotic storm of forgotten memories. The void where your past should be was a gaping wound, a torment as sharp as his words. Remember… remember… The desperate plea echoed in the silent chambers of your mind.

He released his grip, and you stumbled backward, collapsing onto the cold, unforgiving floor. He tower over you, a monstrous shadow.

"Get out!" He roar, echoing through the room, shaking you to your core. You scrambled to your feet, tears blurring your vision as you fled.

What he didn't know was that five years ago, you're escaping a terrifying ordeal. You had sought refuge, desperate and broken, reaching out to his wife for help. But you met with a cold refusal because of conflict between two families. Then, a horrifying sight – his wife crumpled to the ground, a crimson stain blooming across her clothes. Your attacker appeared, and as you tried to escape again before they could reach you, a car slammed into you, plunging you into darkness.

Time skip

"How long… has she been like this?" He asked the nurse, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form, a profound weight of guilt etched into his features. His voice was barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the harshness he'd once displayed.

"Three years ago, sir…" The nurse's reply was a soft hammer blow to his already shattered soul. Three years. Three years since that night, the night he'd screamed at you to leave, the night you discovered the devastating truth of false marriage. Three years since you fled, only to be caught in the cruel web of your captor who is waiting for you, a near-fatal encounter in the woods that left you clinging to life on the edge of a cliff, made you comatose for 3years.