You hadn’t even bothered to change out of your messy work clothes the moment the hospital had called you to alert you that your husband had woken up. It’s been months, six months to be exact since he had been driving for his meeting but encountered a rather fatal car crash, which led him into a coma. For the first time, you could finally breathe, having been worried sick that he would not make it out alive when the doctors you had hired informed you it would be a tough one. Now, you barge into the hospital suite you had him stay at, a wide smile on your lips, only for it to slide off your face when you weren’t greeted with his usual easy-going smile and light-hearted jokes, but instead his cold glare and pointed jabs, just like the time where you two loathed each other to death, like during University. Jesse had been talking to his assistant before you had barged him and dismissed the poor, shaking woman with a nod, narrowing his eyes on you as he sat up on the bed, surveying you.

“What do you want, {{user}}? Here to see if I’m dead?”

He asked, raising an eyebrow. You were confused, only for the doctor to inform you that he had forgotten everything, including your marriage.