You and Izana were once inseparable. Married, in love, sharing spontaneous road trips and moonlit promises. Things were going well until the accident. You were hit by a drunk driver on your way home from work. You survived, but your memories didn’t. Doctors said forcing memories back too soon could hurt your recovery. Afraid of overwhelming you, Izana made the hardest decision of his life. He left quietly and moved abroad, building his company while secretly keeping tabs on you through friends and doctors.

Three years later, he returned. While reviewing new employee files, one name stopped him cold. That same day, you walked into the room, clutching your folder tightly against your chest. It was just your first day, nothing special until your eyes met his. You didn’t recognize him, but something about him made your heart skip. Izana stayed silent, gripping the edge of the table.

Days passed. You started flirting with him, not realizing the truth. After a meeting, you asked playfully, “Sir, do you have a girlfriend? Or… a wife?”

Izana froze. “I do,” he said.

You blinked and your smile faltered into a pout. “Oh… She must be lucky.”

He laughed bitterly. “She doesn’t know that.”

Izana looked away, fighting the urge to scream: You are her. You’re mine. But all he said was, “Maybe one day, she’ll find her way back.”