Amnesia Romance Novels Novels & Stories

he said, his voice breaking slightly, "why let me believe you were lost. Why let me sit beside your bed explaining your own marriage back to you like a stranger." I sat down heavily across from him, my hands pressed together, trying to find some way to explain something I barely understood myself. "Because the amnesia was the only version of me that ever let itself be gentle with you," I said. "Do you understand what I'm saying. Not the injury changing who I was. The forgetting itself, becoming a kind of permission I'd never given myself before. I could hold your hand without the weight of two years of guilt sitting behind it. I could ask if I'd been good to you without already knowing, with

He never touched any of it, always saying, "A gentleman stays away from the kitchen." I shook my head. "No need. She's your wife. It's only right that she lives there." Lisa raised her brows. "I've already humbled myself. Why are you still so arrogant? Besides, you can scold me if you want, but you and Anthony were husband and wife. How can you not even trust him?" I replied coldly, "Don't say it like that. I don't have a husband who pretends to have amnesia and brings another woman home. Let's part on good terms."

A small comfort in this strange new world. I looked back at the flower bed, a fresh wave of confusion washing over me. Had they been mourning me? A vivid memory flashed: me hanging from the ceiling, people desperately trying to save me. "Curtis! I hate you! I want Faolan!" I screamed in the memory, my voice filled with rage as I struck him.

‘At the look of things, I think she has amnesia,’ the doctor said. ‘Amnesia? What is that?’ Karen asked looking confused. ‘Amnesia is a post-traumatic condition that makes you forget things, and in the case of Miss Rotman, I think it is partial amnesia,’ the doctor explained. ‘Which means it could be worse,’ Pearl's stepmum asked. ‘Yes. Now, she has only forgotten a part of her life. Some people forget everything including their names. Her fall was quite fatal, so it is expected to happen,' the doctor said making my insides tighter.

"I don't understand you. What were we really like before I had the accident? Why are you annulling our marriage? Am I barren? I can't give you a child so you want to annul me? Do you like another woman?" 'Just tell me the truth, please,' she wanted to add but restrained herself. “Quit faking your amnesia and stop making excuses. You told me back then that you’ll do everything to stop the annulment. And when you say everything, you meant everything. That includes pretending that you lost your memories and deceive us all.” Thera could not believe what she's hearing. Aside from this man's good looks and money, what’s with him that made her marry him? He was nothing but an inconsiderate, terribl

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The morning sun crept weakly through the mansion’s tall windows, casting long streaks of gold across the marble floor. The world outside seemed calm—mockingly so—while inside Damien’s mind, chaos reigned. He hadn’t slept. Each time he closed his eyes, he saw flashes—blurred, half-formed memories that didn’t align with Elena’s perfect narrative. A laughter in the kitchen. The faint scent of jasmine. A woman’s voice—Amelia’s voice—whispering his name not with desire, but with devotion.

“This is Nathan.” I scoffed. “Nathan, I already made it clear to Lauren that I didn’t love her and would never marry her—” “Lauren has amnesia,” he interrupted, his voice stern. The words landed like a punch. I barked out a laugh that held zero amusement. “Amnesia? Is this another one of her petty tricks to get me running to her bedside? Don’t make me laugh, Nathan.” “This is not a joke. Neither is it a lie,” he replied firmly. “A part of her brain was affected in the crash. She doesn’t remember anything from the past two years.”

It's again a beautiful morning with blissful coffee. I am eyeing how the mix of orange and yellow sun rays painted the Eiffel Tower golden. With deep breaths, as usual, my mind ran a series of questions like Where am I from? Who am I? What's my name? Still no answers. It's my daily routine to think about myself why? Cause I can't remember anything. Yep, Anterograde amnesia.

“Did I lie? He made you angry, you forgive him because his dick has some type of magical power… You know, Sandy, I’m beginning to wonder how long you’ll keep ignoring his toxicity just because you love him and it’s pissing me the fuck off.” I froze at her words when it made a part of my brain that had seemed foggy, clear up. The word ‘love’ echoed in my head. It echoed in the sense that I remember saying it recently and to someone. The more I thought deeply about it, the more pieces of the memory fixed itself in my head. I started to remember coming home drunk, seeing Anthony and saying something to him. I shut my eyes when a part of my head tried to pinpoint what I had said to him.