My life is a complete disaster!

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

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

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

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

This is ridiculous!

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

I lost all my memories.

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

I no longer know what is going on.

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

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

I am Winter Harris, have a prosperous life, and can buy luxurious things. Nevertheless, life has not given me a peaceful family.

The more my emerald eyes glow, the darker my surroundings are every time I hear my parents fighting. Even though the memories left with me were just the arguments of my parents, I still miss them.

I ambled the red carpet toward the man waiting for me, wearing a navy groom suit. I clutched my arm to Archer, my step brother. Now that I'm in this position, I find myself missing my parents' raucous arguments every night on the way home from the office.

I dreamed of walking in an aisle with 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’s 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 couldn’t deny that he looked dashing. A stylish and classic haircut with a beard always works and looks 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 down.

“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 and in health, until death does us part.”

After we spoke, he spoke for 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 are husband and wife, I'm still mystified as to why I was compelled to marry this billionaire whom I'd never met before.

What precisely unfolded in my life?