Love at the Wrong Time, No Obsession, No Regrets

On the day of my first wedding anniversary, I was in a terrible car accident—one so severe that it left me mentally impaired, a helpless child in the eyes of the world, a laughingstock to everyone around me.

As a gesture of devotion, my husband—an esteemed businessman known for his wealth and charity—donated millions in my name, hoping to accumulate blessings for me, praying for my recovery. But when the long-awaited day finally came, when I miraculously willed myself to wake up from my fogged mind, eager to share the joyous news with him, fate had other plans.