Accepting my second life is the biggest mistake that I made. Opening my eyes with my lost memories, a man claimed that I was his wife, but after years I woke up, I never experienced what real life is. I always ask myself if this is really the man that I loved and married. After years locked on the island with him, I got out into the real world, lost again. I thought I'd be free once I got away from my husband... but I've already lost my life in the years I've been with him. Then suddenly, when I finally accepted death with a smile, I met another man claiming that I was his wife. He's not the man I first met. Why would I marry two men before I lost my memories? I compared my two husbands who claim that I am their wife. They have different personalities, but they have one thing in common, and that is... they both hate me.