Summary
I had lost my memory. I didn’t remember him at all.
My mom said, “He’s hopelessly devoted to you. He can’t live without you.”
My best friend said, “He’s basically your simp. When you get mad, he actually cries like a dog.”
So apparently, I’d married a lovesick husband and spent my days emotionally manipulating him.
I looked at the man walking into my hospital room and shyly called out, “Honey.”
Then I saw the corner of his eye twitch.