Todos los capítulos de He Only Remembered Me When I Was Gone: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I was detained in the county jail for three days, and once I was released, I got my phone back and switched it on. There wasn't a single message or missed call from Cassian Allen, my husband. He hadn't tried to contact me at all.There was a message from the delivery guy, though. He had sent me a message on Thanksgiving night because he couldn't reach me to drop off the artisanal Thanksgiving mini pie set I had reserved a month in advance.I dragged myself home, feeling completely exhausted. I noticed that no one was home. I spotted the open box of artisanal Thanksgiving mini pies on the coffee table, a sign that Cassian had been home. He had even brought Nadine Fisher, his childhood sweetheart, with him. Her personal plate and fork were left on the coffee table, along with a partially eaten black truffle pie on the plate. They must have enjoyed the meal I'd spent all afternoon preparing and admired the home I'd painstakingly decorated for Thanksgiving. They probably walked towar

I stood on the street as the car quickly vanished from sight, not knowing where to go. I had finally sobered up after everything that had happened, which only made the pain even sharper.I looked around the city, and even at 2:00 am, the streets remained noisy and crowded. There were people and cars that came and went, while the neon lights shone brighter than the night sky. The noisier everything around me got, the quieter my own world grew.I had been here for seven years, and I had never grown accustomed to life in this city. I had only forced myself to put up with it because I was by Cassian's side for so long.I couldn't help but find love to be a terrible thing. It could make people willingly suffer, give up who they were, and lose themselves completely. It could numb them, even make them blind and deaf to the truth, until they could no longer tell whether the person beside them every day was human or a monster.I made my way home one step at a time. It took two hours, cros

I leaned against the window and watched the city beneath me shrink as the plane rose above the clouds. It then shrank into a barely visible speck of light and completely disappeared from view.I couldn't stop my thoughts from wandering to those seven years of marriage—more than 2,000 days and nights. I had lived with the lie Cassian had made up, choosing to trust him time and time again, only to be hurt again and again.I used to convince myself that he couldn't help it because he was sick. He had memory loss, so it wasn't a matter of him not loving me—he simply couldn't hold onto me. That was why I tolerated his coldness time and again. I repeatedly walked him through directions, taught him my name, and went over our history. I stuck notes all over the house and tried every method I could think of to help his memory, doing everything I could to be the one constant in his confused world.I had clearly thought too highly of my standing with Cassian. It turned out I was never ahead

Over the phone, Cassian asked, "Where are you?"I went silent for a beat, then asked, "How did you manage to get my new number, Cassian?"Cassian chuckled before saying, "I can track it down as long as I set my mind to it."I was momentarily stunned.Cassian took a deep breath and continued, "Have you had enough? Your whole 'running away from home' game is seriously getting old now."He spoke with that same patronizing attitude. "I'll tell you right now—this trick doesn't work on me. You can't even find your way around. Where could you possibly go by yourself? It's a miracle you haven't gotten yourself into trouble. Where are you right now, Maeve?"I hated the way he talked down to me. I said coldly, "It's none of your business."Cassian cut me off. "How is it none of my business? You're my wife! I have every right to know where you are, Maeve!""I'm in Halport," I said. Cassian would never actually come out here to find me even if he knew. He was just waiting for me to go ba

Cassian had changed so much in the three years since we'd last met. He had once been refined and sharp, but now he looked utterly disheveled. His hair fell messily over his forehead, faint dark circles showed beneath his eyes, and his gaze held a deep, lingering exhaustion.He was sitting right in the middle of a pile of empty bottles, staring at me without blinking.I never thought our reunion would look like this.Cassian instinctively recoiled, trying to hide his sorry state, but there was nowhere to go in the open space around him. He slowly stood up and stammered, "M-Maeve?"He walked unsteadily, probably from drinking too much, his body swaying a little. "I-Is it really you, Maeve?"He looked on with delight the moment he realized that I wasn't a figment of his imagination. He stumbled toward me, trying to run, but fell into the sand with a thud. His clothes were wet from the seawater, and he looked more wretched than ever. He pushed himself up again. "P-Please don't go, M-M