He loosened his tie and tossed the polo shirt.
"What's your name?" This is a cold question. He leaned on the table and folded his arms.
"K-Kim Aurora."
"And you're my wife?"
I nodded, desperate. "Y-Yes."
He closed its eyes and looked up. It was obvious that his head hurt.
"A-Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
. "My head is aching a lot of times."
"Y-You know you have amnesia right now?"
"Yes."
"I am your wife and our son, Michael Angelo is waiting for us. I-I will understand what happened earlier. I-I won't blame you as long as you go home."
He took a few steps towards me.
"How can you make me believe that you're my wife? That ring?" he pointed to my ring. I was locked in his arms. My back is against the wall. We are only a few feet apart.
I swallowe
