First message
I hate my wife. Or at least, that's what I've been telling myself for the last 3 years, believing she's a scheming gold-digger like her parents. So when she shows up to my company building one day and hands me divorce papers, I sign it, thinking it's one of her games. But as she leaves, a gunman fires towards me and she blocks the bullet with her body. She collapses. My world crumbles. I pray for another chance as I sit by her hospital bed. But when she wakes up, she doesn't remember me...?