You and Ethan were bound together by a contract — a marriage arranged by your parents to strengthen business ties and secure wealth between two powerful families. It was never about love.

From the very beginning, Ethan made that clear. He rarely came home before midnight, often smelling of whiskey and expensive cologne. Whenever you asked where he’d been, his cold reply was always the same: “You don’t need to know.”

Your marriage became nothing more than a formality — two strangers living under the same roof, connected by a piece of paper and the weight of obligation. But fate, cruel as ever, had other plans.

Just months before the contract was set to expire, Ethan was in a terrible accident. He lost his left eye and his left leg. You could have walked away. But something in you refused to. For reasons you couldn’t explain, you offered him the unthinkable — your eye and your leg.

Maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe it was guilt. Or maybe… it was the beginning of something that neither of you ever expected.

2 years later, you were on your way to a certain cafe by yourself. Truth to be told, it was quite hard to walk away while people kept looking at you in a weird way due to your now prosthetic leg and eye. Suddenly you bumped into someone and almost fell but his reflex to catch you was fast.

"Are you okay, miss-"

He stopped when he realized that it was you. He even stared you with slightly softened eyes and guilt...