The Husband Who Fell in Love With Me Twice

At 3 a.m., my husband remembered where he lived, and I remembered why I had stopped hoping.SELENE Beep... Beep... Beep... My hands froze on the refrigerator handle. For a moment, I just stood there, heart stuttering at the sharp sound of the door code being entered incorrectly. The living room was dim, shadows stretching lazily across the walls as I squinted toward the wall clock. 3:00 a.m. Beep... Beep... Beep... The sound came again, more frantic this time. I heard muffled curses from the other side of the door, metal clinking as someone fumbled aggressively with the keypad. I closed the fridge slowly and stepped away from it, my fingers curling around the hem of my nightdress. My chest tightened, not with fear, but with a dull, familiar resignation. The lock finally clicked. The door creaked open. I took a step back and quickly turned on the light. Sebastian stood in the doorway, swaying slightly, one hand braced against the doorframe as he muttered under h

I had been ready to end us... yet I wasn't ready to lose him. SELENE I sat in the cold surgical waiting room, my hands clenched tightly in my lap, staring at the sterile walls. Time felt cruel and slow, stretching endlessly. The sharp scent of disinfectant burned my nose, pressed down on my chest like a weight I couldn't lift. I had never been this scared in my entire life. My mind wouldn't stop replaying everything I had said to him, the anger, the hurt, the words I threw at him over the phone. I had lashed out when he couldn't even defend himself. Little did I know... he had been fighting for his life. My gaze dropped to my trembling hands, and a single tear slipped free, landing on my knuckles. I had told him I hated him. I had said I wanted him out of my life. But I never meant this. I never wanted to lose him like this. Please, God... don't take him away from me. As I sat there praying, lost in my thoughts, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. Voices f

SELENE Even though my heart was pounding wildly, I turned slowly to face him. He stood so close that I could feel his warmth, and what unsettled me most wasn't just the distance between us, it was the way he was looking at me. Softly. Tenderly. So different from the cold, indifferent stares he used to give me. This wasn't the Sebastian I knew. This man, standing inches away, smiling like my presence actually mattered, calling me his wife as if the word carried weight felt like a stranger wearing my husband's face. And somehow, that hurt more than his cruelty ever did. A quiet sigh escaped my lips as I looked away. I didn't dare wish he would stay like this. Hope had already betrayed me once. "Excuse me." I whispered and tried to step past him. But he moved, blocking my path with his broad frame. My eyes dropped before I could stop them to his bare chest, firm and defined, my gaze trailing down to his abs. Heat rushed to my cheeks and I quickly looked away, cursin

I didn't realize how unprepared I was until Sebastian asked a question I couldn't outrun. SELENE What could it have meant to him? The question circled endlessly in my mind, refusing to settle. I wished desperately that I could ask Sebastian directly, but the man I could have questioned no longer existed. This version of him carried no memories of our past, only fragments that didn't belong to us and silences where answers should have been. From the day we married to the day of his accident, he had made me believe he hated me. Hated my presence, my voice, even the air I shared with him. He recoiled from everything that had my name attached to it. Or so I had thought. Now, knowing the date he had chosen for his phone password, I felt torn in two. Had I been wrong all along? Or was I simply clinging to meaning where there was none, desperate to rewrite a story that had already broken me? Stop overthinking, Selene, my mind scolded quietly. It's just a phone password. Don'

I didn't remember my life, but my body remembered her. SEBASTIAN The first thing I noticed after waking up was how often my gaze drifted to her. Not because I was meant to, but because something inside me did it on its own, instinctive, like muscle memory without the memory. I would be lying if I said it didn't feel strange that she was the only person I could remember. Stranger still was how, even as I struggled to make sense of everything else, I kept being drawn back to her. Part of me whispered that something about this wasn't right, yet another part insisted it was. Both feelings existed at once, tangled and impossible to separate. Did that even make sense? I noticed the little things, the way she grew quiet whenever I was near, how her shoulders tensed like she was bracing herself, how her breath hitched when our hands almost touched. And when I asked if I could feed her, the way she froze told me everything I needed to know. Not about the food. But about us.