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Her overly perfect tyrant of a husband is suspicious in every way, from one to ten.

Even if she lost her memory, is it normal to be this wary of the husband she once loved?

To find him so unfamiliar and terrifying?

Eun-sol couldn’t bring herself to trust a single thing about him.

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“…Why are you so surprised? If anyone saw, they’d think you ran into a kidnapper, not your husband.”

He closed the distance between them in an instant. His swift movement left no room for her to flinch.

Before she knew it, his slightly oily fingers brushed against her ear, tucking her loose brown hair behind it.

Gasp! It felt like a jolt of electricity shot through her, a sharp spark racing down her spine.

“Sol-ah, at the very least, you should at least be able to tell the difference between a drunken lunatic and your husband.”

His words hit the mark. A reproachful remark asking how long she intended to treat him as a brute.

“Even in the darkest of nights, I can recognize you. Your scent, your breathing, even the sound of your footsteps—I know them all.”

He whispered gently. Perhaps it was the ultimate expression of love, but those words gripped her heart tightly.

“Well, you’ve lost all your memories. That’s probably why, right? You loved me so much, too.”