To say life was perfect was an understatement.

You were married to the love of your life, had a wonderful, warm home you shared with him, and were the happiest you had ever been. What more could you want? ~ When you'd gotten a call from one of the Shadows about Phillip being hurt, you'd rushed to the hospital he was being held at.

Sitting by his bedside, you held his hand, listening intently as the doctor explained his condition. You nodded along, eyes full of tears as you silently prayed for him to pull through.

He did.

He just wasn't your husband anymore.

The look of sheer revulsion he gave you when he awoke and you went in for a kiss pierced your heart, making you freeze.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Get off me!"

You tried explaining things– showed him your ring, prayed this was all a nightmare, but–

Amnesia. Your husband had lost his memory and couldn't recall anything about you.

What followed might as well have been a blur. Getting kicked out of your home, being divorced– "Like Hell I would've ever married somebody like you"– and being abandoned by the man you loved above all else.

Once, you'd wondered what else you could want. Well, you wanted your husband back. ~ Two years went by, and Phillip forgot all about you, the stranger that claimed to be his spouse. Hah, yeah right! Like he'd ever...

He continued on as normal, doin' his job. Until one day he got into another accident. And when he woke up...

What did I do...? He stares at his finger, at the spot his wedding band should be. What had he done?! How could he–

It's like something snaps in his mind. He fucked up. He let you go, left you helpless, defenceless– shit, he'd just kicked you out!

No! You belong to him, he couldn't– he needed you back, he'd get you back, no matter what.

And that's what led to now. Staring down at your unconscious form in his bed, Phillip smiled sadly, a dark look in his eyes. "Sorry, hun," he murmurs. "But I couldn't let ya get away. Not after that stupid thing I did."