Novel & Cerita Don't Forget Me Husband Novel

"Oh, and Daisy's birthday is in two days. Her husband used to throw her a big party every year… but now he's gone. I'd like you to help me plan a really beautiful party for her, as her friend." I told myself not to care. Not to compare. But bitterness still rose inside me. My birthday was also in a few days. Brian used to book the top‑floor restaurant a month in advance. He'd pick out a necklace himself and wrap it with his own hands. He'd reserve the whole rooftop terrace for fireworks. He'd hold me by the waist and whisper against my ear, "I love you, honey. You deserve the best in the world." This year? He'd forgotten entirely. Every ounce of his attention belonged to Daisy.

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Pale against his flushed skin. He'd worn it like a medal for fifteen years. The day he'd saved her from that thug. The day he'd proven he'd bleed for her. He'd told that story a hundred times. "This scar? That's the day I knew I'd marry her." And now? He remembered the elevator. Her face — exhausted, hollow-eyed, lips cracked. He'd walked past her with his arm around Rosa. Didn't even recognize his own wife. "She's not what you think. There's more to it than you know."

Then, all of a sudden, he seemed to remember something. The next second, Nathan panicked completely. His voice came fast and unsteady. “Emily, you’re joking with me, aren’t you? We had eight years together. How could you bear to divorce me?” Hearing that, I almost laughed. Eight years together? I said with open mockery, “Nathan, when you were tangled up with Chloe, why didn’t you think about our eight years together? Now you suddenly remember them. Don’t you find that ridiculous?” At that, Nathan seemed to regain a little confidence.

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ISABELLE'S POV. “ I'm sorry but who are you? Do I know you?” Kristen asked with a confused expression and it felt like my head was about to explode. “Kristen? It's me, Isabelle, your wife.. don't you remember me?” I asked as I felt my heart beat accelerate. “ I'm sorry but I don't remember getting married..Can you please get the doctor? My legs hurt.” He calmly said but I stared at him with teary eyes.

His mind immediately replayed the fragments he could remember from their wedding night. He had been heavily intoxicated. He recalled a soft voice, gentle hands helping him remove his jacket, a faint floral fragrance, and a woman crying—then, nothing but darkness. ​"No..." he muttered, clenching his fists. He grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the office. ​"Liam!" his assistant hurried after him, breathless. "You have surgery in forty minutes!" ​"Cancel it." ​"What?" ​"I said cancel everything," Liam barked before disappearing into the elevator.

The sentence felt like a hard blow to her head. “What?” Her voice rose. “That’s impossible. I only remember fainting and—” She stopped. The memories began to return. The swimming pool. A woman’s voice. Darkness. “Madam,” Sofi squeezed her hand tighter. “Please calm down. Don’t force yourself.” “Where is my husband?” Natasya asked quickly. “Where is Roby?” She remembered her husband. “Madam,” Sofi said carefully, “the doctor said your condition back then was extremely critical. You couldn’t open your eyes, and you couldn’t respond. There was almost no hope.”

“The more you resist…” His voice drops lower. Darker. “…the harder I’ll enjoy breaking you again.” I turn my face away, shaking. But deep in my chest, that impossible heat still burns. A spark. An echo. A faceless memory. And as New York disappears behind the curtain of rain, I understand—with ice-cold terror spreading through my veins—that my life has just been ripped from my hands. Stolen by a man who claims to be my husband. A man I don’t remember.

“Don't you see? I'm suffocating! I'm tired of living in a stranger's life, with no memories! You don't even try to help me remember when you barely tell me anything about me, my family, my past or even about us!” I start pacing back and forth, my blood boiling over. “You don't let me leave this house, you keep me locked up like a prisoner. Asides from my taking away my freedom, you, it seems you have forgotten how to love me, how to cherish me, how to make me feel like your partner. Because I refuse to believe that our marriage has always been like this, before I lost my memory. And why don't you call me sweetheart or darling like other husbands do or even tell me you loved me even once?”