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After a tragic accident erases her memory of the last five years — including her marriage — a woman wakes up believing she’s still engaged to the man she loved in college… not the husband who would die for her. But what if she fell in love with her husband for a reason she no longer remembers? And what if the truth about their love story is darker than she thinks?
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Man Beside My Bed
I remember the rain.
Loud. Relentless. Like it was trying to erase something. Or someone. I remember laughing. I remember headlights. Then— Nothing. --- When I wake, everything is white. White ceiling. White sheets. White noise humming from machines I don’t recognize. My head feels split open. Stitched back together wrong. There’s something in my hand. Warm. Heavy. Familiar. I turn my head. And see him. Asleep in the chair beside my bed. Suit wrinkled. Tie loosened. Dark hair disheveled. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days. His hand is wrapped around mine like I might vanish if he lets go. My chest tightens. Because I don’t know him. But even in sleep— He looks at me like I’m his entire world. --- A nurse gasps. “Oh my God. Mrs. Reyes?” Mrs. Reyes. The name doesn’t fit. “I’m not married,” I whisper. The man stirs. Eyes snap open. Dark. Sharp. Relieved. “Alessa.” He says my name like it hurts. Like he’s been holding it in for years. I swallow. “I’m sorry… do I know you?” Something cracks in his face. Gone in a second. Replaced by control. “I’m your husband.” The word drops between us. Heavy. Impossible. “No.” He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t raise his voice. He studies me. Like I’m a case he intends to win. “You were in an accident,” he says calmly. “Trauma to your head. The doctors warned memory loss was possible.” Memory loss? My heart races. “No. I was driving back from dinner with Marcus.” The name slips out. Comforting. Safe. Marcus. The man I love. The man I’m engaged to. Adrian’s grip tightens. Just slightly. “Marcus De La Torre?” “Yes.” The room chills. “You haven’t been with Marcus in five years.” Five years. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s 2026, Alessa.” My stomach drops. “No.” “Yes.” My breath stutters. “It’s 2021. We’re planning the wedding.” He leans forward. Slow. Deliberate. Like approaching something fragile. “We married in 2022.” My ears ring. “No.” His jaw tightens. “You’re my wife.” Not pleading. Not desperate. Possessive. Certain. “Show me proof.” He scrolls his phone. Hands it to me. A photo. Me. In a wedding gown. Smiling. Looking at him like he’s the only man in the world. And him— Looking at me like he’d burn the world down to keep me. My hands shake. “That’s not real.” “It is.” “No. I would remember.” His eyes darken. “You don’t remember filing for divorce either.” Divorce? “I would never—” “You did.” Silence. Thick. Suffocating. “You handed me the papers the night of the accident.” My throat closes. “Why?” He watches me. Calculating. “You said you weren’t in love with me anymore.” The words feel foreign. Impossible. I look at him. Devastating. Controlled power radiates from him. Expensive suit. Expensive watch. The kind of man who commands boardrooms. But his eyes— Bruised by something deeper than sleepless nights. “I don’t remember loving you,” I whisper. And that— That finally hurts him. It flashes across his face before he masks it. “You did,” he says softly. “You loved me enough to leave Marcus at the altar.” My breath stops. “I would never.” “You did.” My heart plummets. “No.” “You chose me.” The machine beside me beeps faster. “I want Marcus,” I say. The words taste like betrayal. But they’re the only thing that feel real. Adrian goes still. “I see.” “I need to talk to him.” “He’s in Boston.” “How do you know?” “I know everything about him.” Not jealousy. Not rage. Strategy. Like Marcus is a rival in a courtroom battle. And Adrian is already preparing his closing argument. “Call him,” I demand. Adrian studies me. Then nods once. “I will.” But his eyes— They make my skin prickle. He stands. Tall. Commanding. When he lets go of my hand, I feel it. The absence. And I hate that I feel it. “Why didn’t you sign the divorce papers?” Silence. Then— “Because I don’t give up on what’s mine.” Mine. The word sends heat crawling up my spine. “I’m not property.” His gaze darkens. “I know.” “Then why—” “Because you didn’t mean it.” “You don’t know that.” His jaw flexes. “I know you.” I look at him. This stranger. This husband. This man who could ruin lives with a phone call. “You don’t know me.” His control slips. Just a fraction. “I knew you,” he corrects quietly. “Before you forgot.” He walks out. Leaving me staring at the wedding photo. At the way I looked at him. Like I loved him. Like I trusted him. Like I belonged to him. But I don’t remember. And if I don’t remember… Did it even happen? --- Later that night, the room is dark. I stare at the ring on my finger. Heavy. Platinum. Diamond. I don’t remember him putting it there. I don’t remember saying yes. I don’t remember loving him. But when I try to take it off— It doesn’t move. And for some reason… I start to cry. ——— Outside my hospital door, I don’t hear Adrian speaking to the doctor. But I do hear him say one thing. Low. Controlled. Terrifyingly calm. “She may not remember me… but she’s still my wife. And I’m not losing her again.”Latest chapter
UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME EPILOGUE: The Life We Chose To Remember
(Adrian) Six months later, the penthouse was no longer quiet. Laughter echoed through the glass walls as our daughter, Angelica, let out a tiny, indignant cry from her bassinet. Alessa laughed softly, picking her up with the ease of a woman who had already mastered the art of soothing storms. She rocked her gently, humming the same melody she used to sketch to, while I stood at the kitchen island watching them — my wife and our child — the two people who had rewritten every truth I once tried to control. The grand wedding had been the beginning. The media had called it the story of the year: the power couple who divorced in public, fought through scandals and secrets, and chose each other again in front of the world. But the real story happened in the quiet moments no cameras caught. Alessa had moved back fully after the wedding. We kept the penthouse but changed it together — opening the nursery door, painting new colors, filling the space with sketches of the future instea
Last Updated : 2026-06-15UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME The Grandest Wedding We Ever Chose
(Adrian) The estate was alive with lights and cameras. I had invited my colleagues — the senior partners, associates, even a few rivals who had become reluctant friends over the years. The media had been carefully managed but deliberately allowed in. This wasn’t a quiet ceremony hidden from the world. This was our public declaration. The grandest wedding New York had seen in years — not because of extravagance, but because it was real. Because after all the scandals, the divorce, the public accusations, and the silence, we were choosing each other in front of everyone. White flowers lined the long aisle leading to the sunroom overlooking the river. Lights twinkled through the trees like stars brought down to earth. Reporters and photographers stood at a respectful distance, flashes popping as Alessa appeared on her father’s arm. She was breathtaking. Her dress flowed elegantly over her pregnant belly — four months now, the curve proudly visible and celebrated. The fabric c
Last Updated : 2026-06-15UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME The Video That Called Me Home
(Adrian) I was in the middle of reviewing contracts when the notification came from Alessa’s verified account. No dummy profile this time. Just her real name. My heart slammed against my ribs as I opened the message. The video loaded — longer, bolder, more intimate than anything she had sent before. She was in our bedroom. The lights were low but not completely off. She wore black lace — delicate, intricate, with soft fluffy accents along the edges that made her look both innocent and sinful. The thong was pulled aside just enough. She had a new toy — thicker, slightly curved — and she was using it on herself with slow, deliberate strokes. Her hips rolled, back arching, fingers circling her clit while the toy disappeared deep inside her. The camera caught every glistening detail, every tremble in her thighs, every soft moan she didn’t try to hide. I was instantly hard. The video awakened every sense I had. The sound of her wetness. The way her body flushed. The way she loo
Last Updated : 2026-06-15UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME The Announcement I Never Thought I’d Make
(Adrian) I called the senior partners into the main conference room that afternoon. The nausea had settled into a manageable hum after the morning’s wave, but my hands still trembled slightly as I stood at the head of the long table. The city skyline stretched behind me through the glass walls, the same view that had witnessed so many late nights, so many curated truths, so many times I had chosen empire over everything else. They looked at me with a mix of curiosity and concern. I had been absent more than usual lately, the persistent sickness becoming office legend after the judge’s teasing remark in court. Daniel, my old friend from law school, leaned back in his chair with a raised eyebrow. “You look like you’re about to resign, Reyes. Or announce you’re actually pregnant.” A few chuckles rippled around the table. I let them have the moment. Then I took a slow breath and spoke. “I’m getting married again. To Alessa.” The room went still. “And she’s pregnant,” I c
Last Updated : 2026-06-15
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