I Don't Know My Husband is a Billionaire

Five years ago, Renata was drugged at a gymnastics competition in Morocco and woke up married to a stranger. She doesn't remember his face and threw out the certificate long ago. Now she's a lawyer up for a promotion, but her boss says shareholders are concerned about her family—her mother is addicted to drugs, her father is drowning in gambling debt—and want to see that she's settled into a stable marriage. Renata lies and says she is. That night at a bar, a man harasses her; a stranger named Jamie steps in. She buys him a drink. He mentions he grew up in an orphanage; she admits her parents only come to her for money, and that her mother once stole from her and accidentally set her apartment on fire. Jamie takes a call: his work visa is expiring—without a marriage, he'll be deported to Canada. Renata proposes a deal: they marry, she gets her promotion, and she'll support him until he finds work. He agrees. What she doesn't know: he's the man from Morocco, he's a billionaire, and he remembers everything. Days later, she hands him a file to memorize before meeting her boss. He fixes her broken light and changes it to blue—her favorite color. She's impressed. She still doesn't recognize him.