Novel & Cerita I Faked Amnesia

How could he have personally fed poison to Isolde? "You clearly lost your memory and fell in love like a fool. I even had someone test this medicine. It really does cause memory loss…" "Alan, oh Alan, how are you still so easy to fool?" Sandra laughed so hard her whole body shook, until tears nearly fell. "I never had amnesia. It was an act from start to finish. The amnesia, the so-called love, all of it was fake." Alan stood completely frozen. "I just wanted you to personally kill Isolde. Hahaha…"

"When he briefly woke in the ambulance, he was holding this photo. The paramedics asked if you were his girlfriend. I said yes. He believed me. His brain filled in details I didn't give." My stomach drops. "You told him I'm his girlfriend." "And when he wakes up, he'll believe it. Because amnesia does that. Creates false memories. Fills gaps with logic." Marcus meets my eyes. "I need you to play along. Three days. One merger vote. Then you walk away with two hundred thousand dollars." "You want me to lie to a man with a traumatic brain injury." "I want to save my boss's company. And I'm willing to pay you what you're worth." He glances at my phone. "What your family needs."

I flipped through the pages in frantic desperation, scanning for something—anything—that would tell me this was a lie. That I had crashed. That this was real. But there was nothing. No accident report. No police record. Just forged documents. Just false memories. Just— Lena, you did this to yourself. A choked sound tore from my throat. The papers slipped from my hands, scattering across the bed. I shook my head, curling in on myself. "No." Mira knelt in front of me, her hands gripping my wrists. "Lena, listen to me. Who gave you these memories? Who put this in your head?"

Emily stared at the screen. The ink hadn’t dried yet. She gritted her teeth. She had to move fast. — Back at home, I watched Gabriel from the hallway as he finished another phone call. He looked good in a suit again. Healthier. Clearer-eyed. He even laughed—like the man he was eight years ago. I almost forgot. Almost. I returned to the bedroom and opened my laptop. Typed: “Can memory loss be faked?” Search results poured in. I knew it wasn’t fake. The doctors had scans, proof, and a diagnosis.

"Really? Your wife lost her memories of you, and she thinks she married your uncle? Is there even a type of amnesia that replaces memories like that?" "The doctor said Lucia is experiencing confabulation—her memories have been distorted, and her mind has created false ones. That’s why she believes Uncle Noah is her husband."

I was the lowest-ranked Omega in the Moen pack. However, my fiancé Silas Moen was the Alpha who stood above us all. I thought the bond the Moon Goddess had made between us could never be shaken. That certainty lasted until his long-lost childhood sweetheart returned. Brynn, the flawless, highborn werewolf with an ancient bloodline. In front of my parents and brothers, before more than a thousand members of our pack, he made his announcement. "I, Silas Moen, as Alpha, reject you. "Brynn and I were promised to each other long ago. She's back now, and you should step aside for her." The instant he finished, something inside my chest ripped apart. I collapsed onto my knees on the altar's frozen

All of New York knew that Caspian Solis, the Don of the Solis family, worshipped the ground I walked on. Then an ambush left him with amnesia. Not only did he forget me and our twenty years together, but he also mistook his secretary, Ivy, for the love of his life. He tossed our matching bracelets and stared at me with dead eyes. "You are not my type. Ivy is the woman I love." My heart shattered. I tried everything to help him remember. Until I overheard a conversation between him and his right-hand man: "Don, how long are you going to keep this up? What if your wife finds out you are faking the amnesia?" Caspian exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke, completely unbothered. "She won't." "I just wan

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

Anna looked at Alex with sarcasm and said mockingly, "Has he lost his memory? Ridiculous. Why did he forget about Fidelia and us, not everyone else?" Alex sighed, "The doctor said it was a type of selective amnesia. Although the incidence is scarce, it is not unheard of. And Declan is one of them. And the doctor also said that many people do not believe this, but when witnessing the actions and words of the patient, it will be apparent. The person they forget is like that person never existed in their memory." Alex paused for a long time, looked at Fidelia, and said hesitantly, "That's why Declan forgot about Fidelia. And he still thinks Emily's still alive."

"I'm sorry, Auntie. I'm sorry, Reverend. I'm lying to all of you all this time. I'm nothing but a coward and ungrateful person. When I learned that Jane and Ruth died because of me, I was scared. I was a coward who refused to face the sin that I committed. I knew you'd be mad at me and I don't really have an idea what will happen to me if that happens. I could not bear to have people hating me and wanting to see me dead. So I decided to fake amnesia." "I never lost my memories. I clearly remember who I am. I didn't mean to pretend for so long. But as time passed by, I'm getting more and more scared of what would you think of me once I tell you the truth. I'm kind of getting used to how you t