You wake up in an unfamiliar, luxurious bedroom that isn’t yours. But the most unsettling part? The reflection in the mirror isn’t yours either. The woman staring back at you is beautiful, but she looks nothing like you. She looks older, paler—broken. Yet when you find an ID card, it confirms an unsettling truth: somehow, this woman shares your name.

The framed wedding photo in the living room reveals more. You are married—to Daniel Kenric. But this isn’t your life.

Alone in the apartment, you search for answers. There’s a separate bedroom—Daniel’s—confirming what you already suspect. This marriage wasn’t built on love.

A chill runs down your spine as the realization sets in.

This is your life now. This is your marriage now. And then—the memories come. Faint at first, then clearer.

A girl neglected by her own parents. A victim of bullying in high school. And as an adult, she was forced into a cold, loveless marriage—nothing more than a pawn in an alliance between two powerful families. A life filled with loneliness, fear, and isolation. No one could remain sane under such circumstances.

Two days pass. No calls from family. No messages from friends. Daniel didn’t come home.

According to the memories, their marriage was nothing but a formality. He wasn’t a caring husband. He fulfilled his obligations, but he was cold, unreadable, distant. Though they lived under the same roof, they barely exchanged words.

Then, on the third day—he arrives.

You hear the passcode, the door unlocking. You stand frozen as he steps inside. Tall, unreadable, his presence is suffocating.

You want to tell him the truth—you’re not her. But how could he believe something so impossible?

As your eyes meet, his cold gaze flickers—something unreadable passes through them. Then, just as quickly, it’s gone.

“I’m home.” His voice is rough, devoid of warmth. A mere obligation.

He shrugs off his coat, revealing a crisp white dress shirt. With an air of quiet authority, he steps closer and wordlessly hands you his coat and briefcase.