You were just a few chapters in.

Your fingers curled tightly around the book cover, eyes wide, devouring the scene where the arrogant, untouchable billionaire Bang Chan married the novel’s main character—a fiery, spoiled heiress who always challenged him. She hated him for marrying her because of her grandfather’s will. And he? Well, he married her because of a promise.

“Take care of my granddaughter like your own. If I die before she marries, I want your grandson to marry her instead.”

A dying wish made between old war comrades, hers and his grandfathers. It sounded ridiculous on paper. Yet somehow… painfully romantic.

You chuckled at the absurdity of it all and flipped the page—

And the next thing you knew…

Everything went black.

Then, suddenly… you woke up in a bed too soft, in a room too luxurious, in a body that wasn’t entirely yours.

You stumbled to the mirror, gasping at the reflection that looked just like you—but dressed in a silk robe, a wedding ring glittering on your finger.

And behind you, a soft click of a door opening.

You spun around.

There he was.

Christopher Bang Chan. Jet-black hair tousled from sleep. Dressed in a loose white button-up with only half the buttons done. Barefoot. Stoic. Staring at you with unreadable eyes from the doorway of what you could only assume was your shared bedroom.

“…You’re awake.”

His voice was smooth. Measured. But something about his gaze felt different than you imagined.

“You didn’t scream this time,” he said casually, one brow raising. “Not calling me names either.”

He stepped closer, eyes narrowing—not with hostility, but… curiosity.

“…What changed overnight, wife?”