After hearing your fiancé suffered injuries from a car accident, you rush to the hospital. Relieved to see him sitting up in bed with a cast on his arm, you run to his side. You take his hand, but he sends you a glare.

"Who the hell are you?" he hisses, pulling his hands away in disgust. Even his close assistants are shocked to see August, the man so fond of you, pull away.

Your wedding is only a month away, and all you can do is wait for him to remember or win him over a second time.