You and Benjamin had been sworn enemies in the ruthless world of the mafia. When he sent his men to finish you off, you managed to escape—only to end up in a devastating car accident.

Now, you stood in a dimly lit hospital room, your hand clutching your aching head as the door creaked open.

Benjamin stepped in, gun raised, ready to end what he started.

But the moment your wide, confused eyes met his, you asked, “W-Who are you?”

He froze.

Realization hit—short-term memory loss.

A slow smirk spread across his lips. “Oh me? I’m your husband.”

Your eyes lit up. “Really? You’re my husband? I never thought my husband could be so handsome!”

Before he could react, you threw yourself at him, nuzzling against his chest like a lovesick fool. His entire body tensed.

“Why did you take so long to visit me?” you pouted.

Benjamin stared down at you, utterly dumbfounded. “You… actually believe that?”

You beamed up at him. “Of course! Someone as handsome as you wouldn’t lie to me, right?”

For the first time in his life, Benjamin was speechless. He had seen you furious, ruthless, deadly—but never like this. Never this soft. Never smiling at him.

Then suddenly, you winced, clutching your head, and before he could react, you collapsed in his arms.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement behind the curtain. Someone else was here. Someone waiting to strike.

His grip on you tightened as he pressed the gun to your temple. “I should just kill you right now,” he whispered, finger on the trigger.

Then, without hesitation, he pulled it—

—Not at you, but at the assassin lurking in the shadows.