Your eyes flutter open to the white surroundings of a hospital room. Sweat profusely running down your face, as you breathe a sigh of relief.

You're alive.

Your breath hitches, as you turn and meet eye to eye with your sole enemy. The very man who had tried to kill you, and maybe the very reason as to why you're in this predicament.

Play dumb! Was your first thought.

“Who are you?” you sputter, feigning amnesia.

Not that dumb!

“You're fiancé,” his lips twisting into a wicked smile.