Forget About My Husband Novels & Stories

I said as I stood. Wait. What? Husband? Date? Enjoying? Eternity? Have I lost my senses? How come even I think about it! Because I am not blessed enough for having them. I am just fucked up! Have I just lost my mind for even trying to dream? You hate him, for everything he have done, How can you forget that? "Let's go for a movie. " I said reminding myself to only say this much. As I went to pick my bag and my phone rang.

“He has left for work, and he’ll probably be back a week from now or so.” I nodded silently, then took a sip of the tea she had prepared for me. The revelation that my husband had left bothered me, but I chose not to show it. Why should I care or worry? After all, he didn’t even come to bid farewell himself, so why should I react as if I were genuinely disappointed. “Tell me, Emma,” I uttered, my tone seeking answers. “What were we like as a married couple before I lost my memories?” Caught off guard, Emma hesitated, her usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment.

Your husband does everything but love you," he said and I nodded in agreement. “Of course. I'm very aware what kind of husband wishes for the wife not to remember anything. Why would he wish such downpour on me? It is terrible, honestly. And I feel really terrible watching him act like he loved me. How long am I going to have to keep this up?” I asked, feeling fed up already. I worried about my future. “For as long as possible,” he said, trying to convince me to keep going but I didn’t know how long I would last.

“Wow that’s just so much philosophy for one day” I said and Ryan smiled. “What do you do to unlove someone?” “I never had to I never let myself fall in love with someone, honestly I never even got a chance” I suddenly realized that I was too honest in my statement. “Of course I can understand it’s your husband” I thought he didn’t even know my husband before the party but there was a weird sense of familiarity in his statement. “What do you mean by that?” “Nothing just forget I ever said that”

I can never forgive Ralph for taking me away, which caused Maximus and me to be separated and led to my memory loss. My past no longer matters to me. I can always ask my husband if there’s something I want to know. I don’t want to stress him out by making him worry about my condition; instead, I want him to enjoy spending time with me and our child, creating new memories we can treasure.

My finger trembled as I pointed at them. I know I shouldn't have reacted this way but my mind is blank and I can't think straight. I need to let these emotions go or else I’ll burst. “Because after he remembered…he forgot the recent memories he had.” Nick said. “W-What? I-I can’t understand? H-How?” My voice cracked. “He couldn’t remember the time he spent with you—after you got married. He doesn’t know that you were once married. He forgot.” Ally added quietly.

I can't force Keeion to remember me. I just forgot about it. I will really get angry with him once he remembers me again. I’m going to run away because he doesn’t remember me! Even if I say I’m his wife, he still doesn’t believe it. It was as if I was forcing myself on him even though I felt he was not comfortable with me. I was secretly hurt but I kept it to myself. I don't want to step on him. He didn't even hit me when I lost my memory.

Didn't care that I was pregnant. "When you wake up screaming—does that child ever show up in your dreams?" I stepped back. Calm. Steady. "Memories don't disappear. But my world is my husband and my daughter now. As for people who don't matter?" I shrugged. "I stopped caring a long time ago." I gave him his own words back. "Whatever we had is over. Completely." He staggered back. Face white as a sheet. I was done. I took Adrian's hand, ready to leave.

I am already losing my friend and forgetting what my husband's touch feels like. What next will I have to give up or lose?

We walked out a little while later, each of us holding a copy of the final decree. Almost four years. I'd finally closed that ridiculous marriage down. I was finally free of the shadow of those years. My life was finally on its own track. Lucas stood there staring at his thin folder, head lowered, expression unreadable. "Richard and Catherine said you blocked their numbers and won't see them. They asked me to tell you they know they were wrong." "They want to give you everything they can. They want you to forgive them, and come home." I laughed softly. "No. I was never an Ashford."