Burnt For Her, Saved By Amnesia の小説・ストーリー

Why is she trying to change who she is? “Why are you denying it? I know you like the back of my hand. Like I know myself. So don't lie to me,” I was losing it and I don't care. “How come you're alive? I saw the burnt car. I found your bracelet and I buried you.” I see pain flash over her face but it is gone so quickly that I think I imagined it. “That sounds heartbreaking but I'm not your Zara.” “It's you. You can try to change everything but I'll always recognize you. Tell me the truth. What happened,” My voice is filled with so much emotion.

“She’s… everything. But she’s in trouble. Amnesia from an accident years ago. Nightmares,flashbacks. Last week she remembered something, two men in the fire that killed her parents. Alot is going on Uncle.” Carlos’s face darkened. “You’re sure?” “She screamed it in a restaurant. Triggered by a flambé. She’s been half-gone ever since.” He rubbed his jaw. “And you’re protecting her.” “With everything I have.” He studied me a long moment. “You love her.” It wasn’t a question. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “More than anything.” Carlos nodded slowly. “I’ve met her, haven’t I? Briefly. That time, you saved her fron the fire, isn't she? She looked… lost even then.”

Her eyes brimmed with tears as she choked out, "Alex, it's me. I am Hermosa. My memory has returned—I remember everything now." Her body trembled, emotions overwhelming her. Each word she spoke carried the agony of her past and her desperate need for the truth to be known. She recalled the nightmare she had endured. When those men had tried to destroy her, she had fought with every ounce of strength she had, desperately struggling to escape. But in the end, a brutal strike from behind had knocked her unconscious. When she awoke, the memories that had been locked away came rushing back, vivid and undeniable. Someone had saved her that day, pulling her back from the brink of death. Yet, even n

It was a normal sight that everyone would expect to see in a burning building. But what Amy saw was completely different. Her eyes were picturing a girl stuck in that fire, tired and wounded. She looked a lot like Amy, same brown hair, and hazel eyes. She had bruises all over her body. That girl was trapped in that fire, and Amy hated that. But she could not save her, not in the past, not now. That girl turned around and looked at Amy. Now, she looked at ease and smiled at her. Amy smiled back but was being tortured by seeing that scene, being reminded of that horrible memory.

But maybe someday. I glanced at Bryan. The way his eyes sparkled while looking at me almost felt like he agreed with the thought I didn’t say aloud. “And mind you,” he added, “she can’t remember what happened back then.” Right. Didn’t they know? Zarry raised a brow. “And why is that? Did she finally decide to forget her stupidity?” She’s as harsh as ever. “She had an accident, fell into a coma, and woke up with retrograde amnesia. She lost her memory with her life in the past ten years," Bryan explained.

I said, my voice shaking. “What?” he asked. “They did this to me,” I whispered. Silence. Heavy. Dangerous. “What do you mean?” Ethan asked carefully. “This this memory loss,” I said, my breath uneven. “It wasn’t just the accident.” His eyes searched mine. “Are you sure?” “I saw it,” I said. “A room… people… they were doing something to me.” My chest tightened painfully. “They were trying to erase something.” The words hung between us. Real.

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

"Let me see her. After that, I'll pay for what I've done." "Everyone, stand down!" A doctor emerged, breaking the standoff. Julian, teeth clenched, slowly lowered his gun. The doctor removed his mask, his expression grave. "We saved her life, but her mind has suffered a catastrophic trauma. It's triggered an extreme self-defense mechanism. She has severe, trauma-induced selective amnesia." "What does that mean?" Blair took a sharp step forward, his eyes locked on the doctor. "It means," the doctor said, flipping through a chart, "she's forgotten everything that happened today." He sighed. "When she woke up, she had no memory of her mother's death or the miscarriage. Her memory has reverted t

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 standard-markdown"> Amelia woke to the sensation of being held. Not trapped. Not possessed. Just held. Carefully. Tenderly. Like she was something precious that might shatter if gripped too tight. It took her a moment to remember where she was, what had happened, why her body felt like it had been torn apart and stitched back together wrong. Then it all came rushing back in a wave that made her gasp. The battle. The memory. The bond.

"She used my amnesia to hurt you repeatedly. All the blame lies with me. I trusted Rita too much. I still despise myself, not for the amnesia, but for the harm it caused you. "This thorn will haunt me day and night, whether you forgive me or not. Because of this thorn, after regaining my memory, I trust you with my life and value you above all else." Maia pursed her lips, then lightly shook her head. "No one would doubt their own mother. If it were me who lost my memory, I would surely believe whatever my mother said. If I were you, I might not have done better. “Everything in the past. If we want to trace it back, your amnesia was because of me. If it weren't for protecting me, how could yo