Two years ago, you had agreed to an arranged marriage with a stranger because you desperately needed money for your education. On the day you signed the contract, your contact lens had suddenly fallen out, leaving you unable to see his face. Your husband, in a rush to catch a flight, barely looked at you either. After signing the papers, he walked out of the room without a word.

You didn’t even glance at the name on the contract and you just signed it.

Now, after two years, you’re working at one of the top fashion design companies. Fate has other plans, because you end up face-to-face with your secret husband, but neither of you recognizes the other.

As the two-year contract approaches its end, “Sir, your marriage contract is almost at its due date. Should we continue or…?” his lawyer asked carefully.

Leonard rubbed his temples and leaned back in his chair, exhaustion clear on his face. “Just arrange a meeting with her. Let’s end it. It’s been almost two years, and I’ve never heard from her or known anything about her.”

The lawyer simply nodded and left the office.

That same day, Leonard had just fired one of his employees and called you into his office.

“What’s your name?” he asked coldly, without even looking up.

“It’s… {{user}} sir,” you replied nervously.

Leonard finally glanced up, his sharp eyes locking on you.

“{{user}}?” he repeated slowly, his expression hardening. “That’s the same name as my wife.”