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Chapter 1

My life was a complete disaster!

It was  my wedding today and it should have been the best day of my life.

However, I was here in the church to walk down the aisle, waiting to marry a man I didn't even recognize.

The guests surrounding me kept smiling at me and giving me some strange wishes.

God! I didn't know any of them at all.

This was ridiculous!

Ten days ago, I woke up from a coma caused by an accident.

I lost all my memories.

It was like someone snapped fingers in my face, then BAM!

I no longer knew what was going on.

I didn't even know how to sash shoes, and now I was in this situation…

My parents were killed in a chemical laboratory explosion. I had no idea who did this to them, or it may have been a complete accident. What kind of memories did they leave for me? Which people should I be suspicious of?

I was Winter Harris, had a prosperous life, and could buy luxurious things. Nevertheless, life has not given me a peaceful family.

The more my emerald eyes glowed, the darker my surroundings became every time I heard my parents fighting. Even though the memories left with me were just the arguments between my parents, I still miss them.

I ambled down the red carpet toward the man waiting for me, wearing a navy groom's suit. I clutched my arm around Archer, my stepbrother. Now that I was in this position, I found myself missing my parents' raucous arguments every night on the way home from the office.

I dreamed of walking down an aisle in a wedding dress like this while my father took me to the man I would love and be with for the rest of my life, but it was impossible to happen now.

The veil covered my face as the man held out his palms to invite me. He took my hands as Archer let go of my arm.

I stared into the man’s blue eyes as I watched, and I couldn’t deny that he looked dashing. A stylish and classic haircut with a beard always works and he looked very elegant with a navy suit and boutonniere decorations on his chest.

I put my hand on his palm, and he supported my step.

We knelt at the church’s altar. Father started the ceremony until he began asking questions of the man next to me.

“Do you, Randall Adams, take Winter to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and friendship, in strength and weakness, in success and disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?”

He first looked at me deeply with his blue eyes before answering.

“I do.”

Father asked me next. I felt everyone’s silence; I glanced at Archer and Aunt Helena, mother of Archer, and saw their nervous eyes.

Without my consciousness, big droplets of tears fell.

“I do.”

“Okay repeat after me,” continued Father, “I, Randall/Winter, take you, Winter/Randall, to be my lawfully wedded husband/wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, until death do us part.”

After we spoke, he spoke the last part.

“And now, by the power vested in me by God, it is my honor and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. You may seal this declaration with a kiss.”

Randall lifted the veil I was wearing and gently pressed his soft lips against mine. I closed my eyes.

“I am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Randall Adams and Winter Harris Adams!”

Now that we were husband and wife, I was still mystified as to why I was compelled to marry this billionaire whom I had never met before.

What precisely unfolded in my life?

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