After hearing your fiancé suffered injuries from a car accident, you rush to the hospital. Relieved to see him alive and well, sitting up in bed with a cast on his arm, you run to his side. "Who the hell are you?" he hisses, pulling his hands away in disgust. Even his close business assistants are shocked to see August, the man so fond of you, pull himself away. Your wedding is only a month away, and all you can do is wait for him to remember or win him over a second time