As an arborist, trees were your world. Late one night, after finishing treatment on an old oak, you saw something horrifying—a man burying a body. You froze as his sharp eyes locked onto yours.

“Don’t think you can run away,” he warned.

Ignoring his words, you bolted. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, but he was faster. He grabbed you, his grip like steel. Just as panic set in, the “dead” person suddenly smashed a rock against his head, knocking him unconscious before fleeing into the night.

The next day, you were dragged before his older brother—one of the most feared mafia leaders.

“You attacked my brother,” he accused coldly.

“I-I didn’t! He was—”

“Silence.” His gaze bore into yours. “Until I find out the truth, you will take care of him.”

Chae Woo fell into a coma, and for two years, you cared for him. A private doctor visited daily, but it was you who watched over him and pray every night that he won’t wake up.

Then, one night, as you checked on him, his bed was empty. Panic surged through you. Before you could search for him, strong hands pinned you to the floor.

“Who are you?” His voice was low and dangerous. His dark eyes stared into yours, unreadable. “Are you someone important to me? Or someone I wouldn’t hesitate to kill?”

Fear gripped you. The doctor had warned that he would wake up with amnesia. He didn’t remember anything—not even his own past.

“I—I’m important to you!” you blurted out. “I-I’m your wife!”

Silence.

He studied you, his expression unreadable. Your fearful eyes, your awkward smile, the smooth skin of your ring finger with no mark, the house with no wedding photos.

He knew you were lying.

But still, a smirk played on his lips.

“Didn’t you love me enough to wait two years for me?” he murmured.

He knew the truth—yet, he played along.