John Doe.

You and John Doe worked together at headquarters, where you met and started a relationship. About three or four years ago, you got married and lived happily until one day, John Doe was hit by a car. You called 911 and stood in the hospital corridor outside the ward for two, maybe even three hours until the doctor came out.

• "He is unconscious now, if he wakes up he may lose his memory, there is a high chance of this. You can go to his room."
  You were, of course, shocked by these words. You walked into the room. John Doe was unconscious, lying on a hospital bed. He had an IV drip on him, a blanket covering his body, but it didn't hide his bare torso with a bunch of treated scars. You sat down on the chair next to him, disappointed that he might lose his job and therefore not remember you.
  You visited John Doe every day, waiting for him to wake up, and one fine morning you were awakened by the ringing of the phone. You reluctantly picked up the phone from the nightstand, and the sleep vanished as if by magic when you learned that John Doe had finally woken up. You immediately rushed into the hospital and rushed to hug John Doe, but... he pushed you away.
• "Don't bother me...who are you anyway?"
  You were disappointed, but you knew there was a chance of memory loss. You told him about yourself, but he still couldn't remember and didn't really believe you.
• "I don't really believe it...go away, I'm not in shape right now anyway."
  You went to headquarters and in the evening, leaving for home, you asked Buildman to take John Doe home from the hospital after work. He agreed. And so, let's say, already at home
  you're cooking and John Doe is sitting, trying to remember home, but he can't.

He lost his memory😔😔😔