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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
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The interrogation room is silent when the detective resumes the video. My pulse hasn’t slowed since Victor’s last words. You won’t remember this conversation tomorrow. Marcus folds his arms beside me, his usual sarcasm edged with unease. “…I’m beginning to dislike Victor even more.” The detective taps the screen. “This is the final part of the recording.” Adrian nods once. “Play it.” The video continues. Margaret Lawson stands rigid beside the table now. Victor Salazar watches her with thinly veiled amusement. And my past self looks between them with growing anger. “You’re both insane,” I say in the recording. Victor shrugs casually. “That’s subjective.” Margaret’s patience is gone now. “Victor,” she snaps quietly. But he only smiles. Because he knows something she doesn’t. And the camera captures the exact moment she realizes it. Victor glances toward the door. Then says something unexpected. “Your little plan at Reyes Holdings is impressive.” Margaret’s eyes narrow. “W
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-05-06UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME The Moment The Crash Was Arranged
The detective’s words settle heavily in the hallway. This is the moment the crash was arranged. Marcus slowly straightens, his usual sarcasm edged with unease. “…well,” he mutters, “this might be the most important video evidence in corporate crime history.” Adrian doesn’t respond. His eyes remain fixed on the tablet in the detective’s hands. “Play it,” he says calmly. The detective nods. The video continues. The conference room appears again on the screen. Margaret Lawson stands near the table. Victor Salazar leans against the wall beside her. And my past self stands directly across from them. The tension between the three of us is sharp, suffocating. Marcus leans closer. “Okay, everyone. Let’s watch the villain planning session.” In the video, Margaret glances toward Victor. “You should leave.” Victor raises an eyebrow. “You just invited me to stay.” Margaret smiles faintly. “And now I’m asking you to go.” Victor studies her carefully. “You don’t trust me.” Margaret’s an
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-05-05UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME The Third Person In The Room
The hallway outside the interrogation room becomes completely still. Marcus slowly lifts his head. “…Margaret was there?” The detective nods. “Yes.” Adrian’s expression turns colder. “Play it.” The detective taps the screen again. The video resumes. On the tablet, the scene in the conference room continues. Victor Salazar is still standing near the table. I’m facing him. The tension between us is sharp enough to feel even through the screen. Then— The door behind Victor opens. My past self turns immediately. And a woman walks into the room. Margaret Lawson. Marcus exhales slowly. “…well. That escalated quickly.” In the video, Margaret closes the door behind her with quiet precision. Her expression is calm. Almost amused. Victor glances at her briefly. Not surprised. Not confused. Which means one thing. He knew she was coming. My stomach twists. In the recording, I look at Margaret. “What are you doing here?” Margaret tilts her head slightly. “That’s
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The hallway falls silent. “You threatening Victor Salazar.” The detective’s words echo in my ears like a verdict. Marcus straightens immediately, his usual sarcasm edged with curiosity. “…okay,” he says slowly, “now I really want to see that video.” Adrian’s eyes narrow slightly. “Play it.” The detective nods and taps the tablet screen. The small display lights up. A dim conference room appears, grainy but clear enough. The timestamp in the corner reads: March 14 — 11:42 PM. My breath catches. “That’s the night of the crash.” Marcus leans closer. “Let’s see what Past Alessa was doing.” The video stabilizes. A table. Two chairs. Victor Salazar sitting on one side. Then the door opens. And I walk into the room. My chest tightens. Seeing myself like this feels strange. Familiar. But distant. Marcus whistles softly. “You look extremely angry.” He’s not wrong. In the recording, my expression is cold. Focused. Controlled. Victor smirks slightly in the video. “You came.” My
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