Bitter Melon Fate

I fell gravely ill on my wedding night, losing all my memories.
Gavin Prescott said I came from a noble family, well-educated and refined.
I secretly hid a flask of liquor and tossed away the dice.
Later, someone came knocking: 'She's a fraud!'
How wonderful! I was an impostor after all!
I immediately packed my bags, ready to leave.
Damn it! I'd had enough of this miserable life!
But Gavin Prescott stopped me.
He smiled gently and said, 'Impersonating my wife is punishable by death.'
'We're a loving couple, aren't we? There must be no mistake.'
His words made it clear: try to run, and it's a death sentence.
Oh, how my fate is more bitter than bitter melon.