After 108 suicide attempts to win back my husband, I lost my memory

In three years of marriage, I’d been driven to the brink 108 times.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, my mind a complete blank.

A middle-aged couple sat beside my bed. The moment I opened my eyes, the woman frowned. "How much longer are you going to keep this up?"

"Damon always loved Celeste. If he hadn't gotten drunk and stumbled into the wrong room that night, why would he ever have married you?" Her voice was laced with impatience. "He doesn't love you, so it's normal for him not to come home. But you? Threatening him with suicide, over and over.