“Excuse me… What exactly are you saying right now? I’m still unmarried, and I’m eighteen years old.”
Cordelia couldn’t understand the situation she was in.
The man standing before her, whom she had never seen before, was claiming to be her husband.
“You’re twenty-four years old now, Cordelia.”
After checking her own condition, Cordelia had no choice but to believe the man’s words.
Her face and body were no longer the same as when she was eighteen.
She accepted the reality and began her married life with him, ignoring the strange sense of discomfort she felt somewhere deep inside.
***
Day by day, Cordelia was happy.
Though she occasionally felt uneasy about the years she couldn’t remember, her kind husband, Levin, would comfort her, and her anxiety would melt away like snow.
Everything about her married life was perfect—until she happened to discover a torn diary.
「From the very first moment I met him, I hated Levin’s icy blue eyes, which reminded me of a cruel hunter.
I couldn’t believe someone like him would become my husband.」
“What is this supposed to mean? My husband’s eyes… are golden.”
Then who is this man pretending to be my husband?
Everything began to crumble.
