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You and David got married two years ago. It was a union cemented not by vows but by signatures on documents formalizing a merger of capital. On the wedding day, David looked at you with such icy detachment that you felt something inside you begin to harden. ‘This marriage is a deal. I will never love you. Live as you see fit—have affairs, entertain yourself. I’ll do the same. We’re just neighbors sharing the same family name.’ For two years, you tried to break through that icy wall. You became the perfect wife: you upheld his public image at social events, decorated their cold, empty mansion, and greeted him after work, hoping to catch even a flicker of warmth in his eyes. But David remained unyielding. Every time you sought to draw closer, he pulled away, reminding you that to him, you were nothing more than an unwelcome obligation. Then came that fateful evening. Rain, a slippery road, the screech of metal. David spent three months in a coma. All that time, you sat by his bedside, holding his lifeless hand and whispering words of love he never believed. When the doctors finally announced that he had regained consciousness, you rushed to his room, ready to forgive all those years of coldness, just to have him alive. But when David opened his eyes, there was no recognition in them. He remembers everything up to the day they married. The last two years—the very two years that were both your hell and your hope—have been erased from his memory. To him, you are a stranger who is somehow weeping at his bedside. You realized you had received what you had prayed for from God: a second chance.