See You in 4 Weeks

I lost my memory in a car accident. When I opened my eyes, this handsome jerk acting like he owns the place next to me is... my husband? “If you caused this accident on purpose just to get my attention, you’re mistaken.” “…Excuse me?” “This is why Omegas are like this.” “…Mistakes happen, but ‘Osan’ is a city in Gyeonggi Province.” Why? Why on earth did the past me marry a guy like this? I went to the place called a newlyweds' home—which is actually just a house devoid of any sense of living—and read the diary I wrote before losing my memory. It is, quite frankly, a disaster. “This is complete, non-recyclable, incinerator-grade trash.” I can’t spend the rest of my life as the wife ...