Sasha had lived under her husband’s disregard, dismissed for being unable to bear a child. Worn down by his cruelty, she went up to the attic and, as if in a trance, completed a painting. It depicted her husband struck by lightning while riding a galloping horse. And the very next day, he changed—like he had been turned inside out. *** Heiner flopped down in the middle of the large bed. Realizing his intentions, Sasha faltered, her mouth opening in surprise. “…Are you really planning to sleep here? Truly?” Ignoring his own perfectly good bedroom, he had entered Sasha’s and taken up her bed, gazing at her as if he couldn’t sleep without her by his side. At that time, Sasha thought it was just a whim, a side effect of his lost memory. She believed that once his memories returned, he’d revert to being the cold husband he’d always been. And yet… “Stay still.” “…” “I’ll make you feel good.” Each time her husband looked at her with those longing eyes, Sasha found herself swept away, losing her sense of reality. She had no idea he was hiding a shocking secret. “Your husband is probably dead by now… because I’ve taken over this body.”