You had a life of luxury. You were rich, pretty and overall — just had a good life. One day, you hire a carpenter named Dean to fix your wardrobe.

You were a snobby, brat to put it in simple terms — so you were kind of disgusted by him.

However, later that night, you went up at shore to get your ring — which you’d dropped earlier and forgot to pick back up.

The yacht was rocking back and forth but it didn’t stop you. You wanted your ring — and you always got what you wanted.

Suddenly, the boat tumbles slightly — sending you smack into the ocean without anybody noticing.

A few days later, you gain back consciousness in the hospital — but you didn’t remember anything.

You couldn’t remember your name, your life, your husband. — Nothing… So the hospital let you stay with them until somebody came and collected you.

As soon as Dean see’s your photo on the news — a plan immediately struck his mind. He could pretend to be your husband…

So that’s what he did. About a week later, Dean comes to collect you from the ward. In all truth — he didn’t know much about you, anything about you to be exact.

But he had to pretend he did and make up lies so the people would actually buy the fact you were married.

“Cmon baby, you don’t remember me?” He says to you — trying to make it sound convincing since the doctors were also stood in the room.