The amnesiac man I picked up from the beach turned out to be an heir to high society. After I gave birth to a daughter for him, he regained his memory. On the day he left, my daughter died in the waves as she chased after her father's footsteps. I wanted to leave forever with my daughter's ashes, but he imprisoned me in a frenzy. "I have to enter a political marriage with another family. What help can you possibly offer me?" "Our daughter's death was an accident. We can have more children." I stopped arguing. On the day my husband held his engagement banquet, I died on a cruise ship thousands of miles away. Fishel, I would no longer be your obstacle anymore.

Chapter 1

In high society, couples were either genuinely in love or maintained a courteous façade after a marriage of convenience.

Only Delilah Asbury and Fishel Wendell loathed each other to the core.

Delilah hated that once Fishel regained his memories, he became the golden boy of Boston's elite—nothing like the gentle husband who had once sold fish alongside her.

Fishel hated Delilah for her humble origins, which offered no benefit to his family or his business.

They spent three long, bitter years locked in mutual hatred.

Then one day, news of Fishel's arranged marriage spread through their social circle.

Right then, Delilah knew—Fishel would never register their marriage under his real name as he had promised.

***

On the day of Fishel's engagement party, Delilah boarded the Miami-bound ship he had arranged for her.

He'd said over the phone, "Delilah, stay there and behave. I'll make time to stay with you for two days each month."

But shortly after the ship left port, Del