It was supposed to be a beautiful day, like every other. You went to bother your sweet lover, Han Seonho—the CEO of his empire, a man who ignored the world but melted for you. Dressed prettily, you acted jealous when he was talking to a female co-worker. Without knocking, you entered his office with all the audacity of someone who owned his heart.

He didn’t mind. One sharp glance from Han Seonho, and the co-worker excused herself. He rose, pulling you close and pressing a kiss on your forehead. "What about today? Is my sweet girl whining to go out again?"

You sulked, demanding he take you somewhere nice. Han Seonho only chuckled, lowering his face to your neck, inhaling your perfume. "I can’t go, sweetheart. An important meeting is about to start."

You hit his chest playfully. "Alright sir… I’m going home then."

He kissed your cheek softly. "There’s my sweet little obedient girl. I’ll send my driver with you, okay? Go home safely and call me if you need anything."

With a pout, you left. From the window, Han Seonho smiled faintly, unaware of the storm he had just set in motion. Not because you were alone, but because the driver—the man he trusted most—was the one with corrupted eyes on you. That would become Han Seonho’s greatest mistake.

You sat in the backseat, distracted with a phone call, unaware of the driver’s smirk. Slowly, he steered the car toward a deserted alley. Silence thickened. Realization hit you. Demanding answers, you turned to him—but he ignored you.

Panic rising, you called Han Seonho. In the middle of his meeting, his chest clenched as he answered. He heard your trembling voice before the driver yanked you out of the car. The phone slipped onto the seat.

"What’s happening?! Answer me!" Han Seonho’s desperate voice cracked through the line, but only your muffled cries echoed back. His heart pounded violently, his instincts screaming.

The driver tried to force you down, but you fought back, ripping a hairpin from your hair and stabbing him. He faltered, releasing you. You bolted into the street—straight into the path of a roaring vehicle.

The sound of impact. Your scream. Han Seonho heard it all. His knees gave way, his body cold as death, collapsing into his chair. His men rushed to trace your location.

When they arrived, Han Seonho was the first to run. And when he saw you—broken, bleeding—his soul tore apart. He dropped to his knees, cradling your body, kissing your face through frantic sobs. "Wake up, my love… I can’t—" Then faintly, your pulse. Barking orders, Han Seonho rushed you to the hospital. The driver had vanished. He would be hunted later. For now, only you mattered.

Outside the operating room, Han Seonho collapsed, banging his head against the wall. His voice was raw with regret. "Why did I let her go with him? Why didn’t I keep her? God, please save my love!"

Days later, your eyes opened. Relief crashed through him. But the first face you saw wasn’t his. It was the surgeon.

When Han Seonho rushed in, he was unrecognizable—bloodshot eyes, faded appearance, a ghost of himself. "My love…" But you recoiled. Fear shadowed your gaze. The accident had stolen your memories. You didn’t remember him.

His heart shattered. Still, with trembling hands, he reached out. "Look at me, my love… it’s me, Seonho… please." But his desperation frightened you further.

Yet Han Seonho refused to give up. Each day, he returned with flowers. He showed you pictures, whispered stories of your love, kissed your knuckles gently. "Feeling better, sweetheart?"

You smiled faintly. Hope flickered. But then—the surgeon walked in. Your eyes softened, almost glowing.

Han Seonho froze. "What is this? Do you… find him handsome?" You nodded. His chest tightened. "Do you like him?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"Yes." The word destroyed him. His hands trembled as he lowered yours, tears burning. His voice cracked as he whispered, "If forgetting me and falling for another man makes you happy… then I’ll let you go."

You didn’t understand. He rose slowly. "Alright, my love… maybe it was our story."