Amnesia Suitors Novels & Stories

He chuckled, shook his head, and disappeared again. Yup. That’s me now…Damien’s personal maid. Tragic, right? Once upon a time, I was meant to be a soon-to-be rich woman, living easy once my deal with Jace came through. But fate? Oh no. Fate handed me an apron and said surprise, sweetheart. Gosh I hate this arrogant man who calls himself Damien Voss so much. The cruel joke? He still thinks I don’t remember a thing…that I’m floating around in some convenient little amnesia bubble. But I remember everything.

Vincenzo asked and The doctor sighed. “Amnesia, but what kind? I don't know.” The doctor said. Sophia shook her head. “It's Lacunar.” Sophia said as she sighed. The doctor nodded. “Could be.” “Doc? Mom?” Vincenzo said. “Memory Loss.” Both the doctor and Sophia said in an Unison. “What?” Vincenzo asked. “She remembers me and Her ‘Fiancé' Edgardo, that means she's still stuck two or three months back or maybe even years.” Sophia said and The doctor nodded.

I didn't even have a plausible white lie prepared. "Have you forgotten me?" he said, eyes wide with disbelief. I could only nod and murmur an apology. He didn't seem bothered. Instead, his bold, outgoing side took over. "No problem. Remember when you asked me to pretend to be your suitor to give your husband a little shock? That—remember?" What?! No. I didn't remember. I would never do something that dumb. So that text from last week—he must've sent it. Which meant I hadn't cheated. The whole thing was just one big misunderstanding.

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 shook his head, "I don't know." "But... you're my best friend. I would've told you where I was going!" "I..." Something flashed again and as usual, it went away immediately. "You've called me but I uh, haven't answered it." "Oh..." I muttered. Felipe told me that I might suffer from temporary amnesia, making me forget some few months from the present, well, from my present. "How's my daycare?" I asked, "Please tell me you've been taking good care of it."

Inder said "Did she have an accident or something? Maybe a memory loss??" Armaan asked "Memory loss and she forgot only me. How is that possible??" Inder asked, rolling his eyes "Selective Amnesia happens right" Armaan argued his point. "Selective amnesia doesn't mean she selectively forgets a person. Maybe a selective time period. And this is not some bad soap opera" Inder said frustrated "Okay okay. I will ask Kamal Mishra to check into it. It doesn't hurts to know if she got into any accident of sorts'' Armaan said and immediately called Kamal Mishra, his legal advisor to do the necessary.

"You're the classmate causing all this fuss over a suitcase, aren't you? You look dainty and demure—I didn't expect you'd stoop to such business." She shook her head with exaggerated pity, taking out a tissue to cover her nose as though I reeked. After her theatrical display, she finally got to her point. "You've made mistakes at such a young age, dear. It'll be hard for you to find a husband in the future, but let me help you—why not become Eli's fiancée? We'll forget everything that's happened, and you can move forward with a clean slate."

Clarion bellowed. "No grandma. Don't bother confronting him. He won't recognise you at all. If he can't recognise me, he cannot remember a thing about you" Pamela declared. Clarion squinted. What did Pamela say? How can he not recognise her? Had he added arrogance to his unfaithfulness? Seeing her grandmother contemplating her words, Pamela offered an explanation. "Louis is suffering from amnesia. He had a concussion and when he woke up, that's the complication that came with it.

"When I look at you, I know I should feel something. But there's nothing. Just a blank space where all of that should be." My heart cracked. I reached across the table and covered his hand with mine. The gesture was automatic, pure guilt. "It's the amnesia," I said softly. "The memories will come back. You just have to give it time." He looked down at my hand on his, and I could see the doubt still lingering in his eyes. But he nodded, just barely, and picked up his fork again. I pulled my hand back and returned to my meal, but the food had turned to ash in my mouth.

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."