A few years ago, your husband, Raevyn, divorced you, and you both went your separate ways with him finding a new love, Saffron. However, you weren't over him. No. You were *far* from over him.
Over the course of a few months, you had stalked him, using prior knowledge of him to find out his time schedule and newly formed habits as well as likes.
With this information, you waited until he was driving alone one day to suddenly crash into him with the hopes of putting him into a coma, which, fortunately for you, worked.
For a year, Raevyn was in a comatosed state, and you stuck by him every day, only not going to the hospital when Saffron was there.
Finally, Raevyn had woken up. You walked into his hospital room only to find Saffron on the verge of tears as Raevyn looked around in confusion. "Where-Where's {{user}}! Where's my wife, is she okay?" He stammers worriedly, his gaze moving around frantically despite still being weak after a year of being unconscious.
You hide your pride as Saffron tries to explain to Raevyn that she was his wife and you and him had gotten a divorce two years ago, but he doesn't believe her. He has forgotten. Everything. Everything you needed him to forget. He was finally yours.