Novel & Cerita Forget About My Husband

"But ..." “I don't care what happened before I got amnesic. It's the same for me. After all, I still remember my husband and everything important in my life. I thought that the things I forgot weren't really important and shouldn't be in my life. Or this may be away from Allah to make our marriage even closer after we previously had a long-distance relationship. "

His eyes examined me, daring me to say that again. Some things weren't meant to be. I'm beginning to think that he and I were never meant to be. We couldn't beat fate in a game it designed, but we tried for two years. I don't want to pursue him anymore. I'm going to hold onto the memories of the husband who loved me before himself. " I'm sorry for making trouble for you and my sister all these while. I have accepted that my husband is gone. You need not bother about me anymore."

reverberated in his mind, stirring up emotions he had buried deep within. "Emily is my wife," Steve replied, his voice carrying a mixture of defensiveness and uncertainty. "As long as I want her, she's mine. And if I ever grow tired of her, I'll leave. You don't have to stress over it." His words, though spoken with bravado, betrayed a hint of insecurity. Steve had never considered the possibility of divorce, and the mere suggestion of it shook him to his core. Behind his confident facade lay a tumult of doubts and fears, leaving him grappling with the uncertainty of his own feelings towards Emily and their marriage.

I was stuck in 2020. How do I lose four years of my life and have no memory of my husband?

“You’re being too much! I can’t accept you talking to me like this just because you forgot that you loved me!” She set the tray down on the table and stood up abruptly. “I’m not going to sit here and listen to you insult me or our son like this just because you can’t accept the fact that Monique already left you for another man a long time ago—even before the divorce happened!” I gritted my teeth, suppressed anger burning in my chest, but before I could respond, the door burst open.

Even when he doesn't remember me my feelings have not changed. I shake my head and send him an embarrassed smile. "Sorry I might have zoned out for a little." I confessed and tore my eyes away from him to stare at the salt on the red table. "That's fine." He says lowly as if knowing what had been on my mind. My cheeks heated up as I tucked my messy hair behind my ear. "So uh." I started still keeping my eyes trained on the table. I felt awkward. How can I start a conversation with my husband that doesn't remember me? Should I tell him that he forgot to put the toilet lid down before he had left for deployment? Probably not. He wouldn't have remembered anyway.

"Chase, stop calling yourself my husband. You won't be that for very much longer. Now talk before I really call someone to take out the trash." I growled furiously reeling in the adrenaline running through me. My chest was rising and falling slower and more peacefully but the pain hadn't left. I knew, that I would try and come at him hard, but he would come at me so much harder. "The time without me has made your memory of me foggy. You forgot who I was. And what I'm capable of."

Meanwhile Ethan barely looked up from his phone as he loosened his tie. “Traffic was insane,” he muttered. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Surely he remembered. Surely. Vivian shifted awkwardly beside him as he slowly looked up. His gaze followed hers toward the dining room, and I watched realization dawn across his face. He looked like he genuinely forgot, and it made my stomach drop. A strange ringing filled my ears. Seven years. Seven years together and he forgot our anniversary. Again. Not the first time.

Her anger sharpened now—not only at the secrets, but at the damage she had just watched happen in real time. Because for all Sebestian’s flaws— he had not deserved that. Nobody did. Lena grabbed her coat immediately. Jonathan looked up. “Where are you going?” She headed toward the door without slowing. “To find my husband.” The words escaped before she could stop them. The room noticed. So did she. For one small second, Lena froze with her hand on the door. Ex-husband, her mind corrected automatically. But strangely— that wasn’t the word that had come naturally anymore.

She laughed. Short. Real. Not because it was funny. Because it was too true to do anything else with. Because she had spent two years building herself back from a marriage that had left her invisible and here was the information that she had been in his life before she was in his life and she had been so completely herself about it that she had not even remembered doing it. Of course. Of course it had been her. She said of course it was me. She said it still laughing. She said of course it was. She said I walked away before you could see my face. She said I did not even stay to make sure you were all right. She said I just pulled you out and kept going.