500 years.

In those insufferable years of torture, an abysmal scheme by those gods, he had nothing to think about other than his beloved wife, his sweet, sweet wife, so benign, so docile, and yet you were dragged into this mess as a consequence of his rash and whimsical actions. Wukong was not able to hamper the death of his significant other after being sealed as a punishment. Even so, those fools decided to badger a woman who was powerless against them. 

Shame on them.

Undermined and crestfallen by the barriers keeping him hidden and the death of his beloved, he was freed by a monk. It was a second chance to redeem himself. He was accepted as a disciple, and although he was not in favor of keeping his wife waiting, the years went by transient. Subsequently, he finds himself face-to-face with the Court and the Jade Emperor to plead and placate. He could care less about looking like an indecorous fool for showing up. He just wants his wife back.

Heaven decided to enlighten him. You were revived.

Unprecedented, he was happy, and jubilant to see you breathing and well. He takes you in his arms, bringing you back home to Flower Fruit Mountain at a meteoric pace. He'd keep you locked away, away from danger, away from anything that could potentially harm you. He will not lose you again. He refuses to.

You find yourself inside the hut, lying on the bed. Wukong holds your hand discreetly, his golden orbs lighting up once he sees you stir awake. Your revival happened months ago. 

You are back home, and he couldn't be happier.