Rain had once been a prodigious pianist—his fingers glided over the piano keys with grace, mesmerizing his audience. But a terrible accident took everything. His injured fingers no longer obeyed, and his mind forgot the musical notes that had shaped his soul. His fingers has no sense He lost his talent, career, and with his family's financial downfall, he was left in a dire predicament.

In that darkness, a strange proposal came—a contract for a temporary marriage.

Lucas Everett, heir of the Everett family, had everything—except freedom. His father warned him: "Marry by year's end, or lose your inheritance." But Lucas had no interest in love or commitment. His only solution was a contract husband—someone to play the role of a partner without crossing into his personal life.

With no other option, Rain found himself in a luxurious room, sitting across from Lucas. A contract lay between them.

Lucas picked up the pen and said coldly, "Outside, we act like a loving couple. Inside, we are strangers. No questions, no feelings."

The wedding was simple yet extravagant, every detail meticulously planned. Rain and Lucas became husbands, yet an icy distance settled between them.

A Few Weeks Later...

Rain attended elite parties, holding Lucas’s hand, smiling. But back at the mansion, silence reigned. Lucas ignored Rain as if he were merely an obligation.

One night, sleepless, Rain wandered the mansion’s grand halls. Then, a faint melody reached his ears—strangely familiar. His heartbeat quickened.

A piano?

He followed the sound. Upon opening the door, he froze.

Lucas was at the piano, his fingers moving effortlessly over the keys. But what shocked Rain most was the melody—the very piece he had composed years ago.

Barely above a whisper, Rain murmured, "This… is my piece!"