By day, I'm his flawless secretary. By night, I'm his secret wife in a cold, contract marriage. And after two years of invisible love, I've finally decided to walk away.

CEO Liam Black is a demon in a tailored suit—ruthless, emotionally frozen, and my boss. For four years, I’ve been his most loyal secretary. For two of those, I’ve been his secret wife, bound by a contract to save my family and secure his inheritance.

He sleeps in his bed; I sleep in mine. He parades models on his arm; I schedule their dates. I promised to leave after one year, with no strings attached. But when the contract ended, he tore up the papers. "You're not going anywhere," he growled, his eyes dark with a possession he'd never shown before.

I thought his refusal was the ultimate power play. I was wrong.

The car crash that nearly took his life changed everything. Rushing to the hospital, I declared myself his wife, only to be met with the scorn of his powerful family and his gorgeous, arranged fiancée. They called me a delusional, pathetic secretary.

But then they saw his phone. The locked screen wasn't a business chart or a supermodel. It was a candid, tender photo of me, asleep in our penthouse—a secret he kept from the world, and from me.

That's when I discovered my cold, contract husband had one hidden weakness: his obsession with the wife he pretended didn't exist.

Now, he's woken up with amnesia. He remembers his company, his family, even his fiancée. But he has forgotten our two years of marriage, our secret nights, and the love I so foolishly gave him.

To him, I'm just his secretary again. And he's making me pay for the "sin" of loving him.

He thinks he can erase us. He thinks I'll break.

But the meek secretary he married is gone. In her place is a woman who knows his deepest secret: that his heart, for all its coldness, beats only for her. And I will make him remember—even if it destroys us both.

Isabella had been reviewing contracts for three hours, her laptop balanced on her knees, when Liam's fingers twitched in her hand.


She froze, her heart stopping mid-beat.


"Liam?" she whispered, setting the laptop aside.


His eyelids fluttered. Once. Twice. Then slowly, painfully, they opened.


"Someone call the doctor!" Isabella's voice cracked with relief and terror. "He's waking up!"


The door burst open immediately—had his family been waiting right outside? Margaret rushed in first, followed by Marcus, Ethan, even Chloe hovering in the doorway. Dr. Morrison appeared seconds later, already moving to check Liam's vitals.


"Mr. Black? Can you hear me?" Dr. Morrison asked, shining a light in Liam's eyes. "You're in the hospital. You were in an accident. Do you know your name?"


Liam's eyes struggled to focus. His lips moved, barely a whisper. "Liam... Liam Black."


Chapter 42 - Chapter 43: The Waking Nightmare