Novel & Cerita I Faked Amnesia

Once I had put enough distance between us, I said, "Stab you? Isn't that a crime? Can you stop being so appalling? If you truly think you're at fault, then how about you be a man about it? Stop pretending to have amnesia and enough with these cheap tricks! Let's divvy our assets and quickly get divorced!" The words "pretending to have amnesia" seemed to strike a chord deep inside Irvin. He felt as though he had said those same words to me, but it wasn't possible. I was his beloved wife. There was no way he would say something like that to me. However, a memory flashed through his mind just as he was about to deny it. In the memory, I was lying in a hospital bed. He was standing beside it and

It was a gamble, but it might just work. His face changed instantly. Surprise, then something that looked like pity. But it felt fake—too polished. “Maddie,” he said softly. “I heard about the accident. Such a tragedy. So you’ve been suffering from amnesia.” His tone oozed fake sympathy, like he was reading off a script. “But don’t worry,” he said, still forcing that kind smile. “I’m here to help you remember everything.” “Leilah,” I corrected him. “That’s the name I go by now. I’ve kind of gotten used to it.”

I blurt out, my chest rising and falling. Liam freezes, his eyes snapping up from his phone to meet mine. “What did you just say?” he asks in a menacing voice. I'm tired of pretending anyway. I might as well just stand my ground. I don't know what they hoped to achieve by trying to fool me like that but the charade is over. I straighten my shoulders and swallow. “I said I don't have amnesia. I remember everything. It was all an act, I've been faking my memory loss this whole time.”

I WISH I could go back to the girl I was a month ago, who was only trying to save her family from bankruptcy. Not from their murder. Sitting on the floor of my bedroom, I rest my back against the side of my bed as light streams underneath my closed door. I twist the engagement ring around my finger, embracing the pointless warmth it gives me. Damien and I can't be. But I still put it on the instant I got back, allowing myself to pretend for a while longer that the world believes we're newly engaged and we're unveiling the most anticipated microchip of the twenty-first century.

Levinson said slowly, “someone tampered with your brain. Not blunt trauma. This was surgical. Controlled. Likely chemical sedation during the process, followed by neuro-blockers to prevent memory reformation.” Jason’s blood ran cold. “You’re saying this was done to me on purpose?” Levinson nodded grimly. “Your amnesia wasn’t an accident. Someone wiped you. And if Mowe’s right about who you were, then whoever did it had a damn good reason to make sure you never remembered.” Jason’s hand curled into a fist. “Can you fix it?” The doctor hesitated. “I can try. But it’ll be painful. And it won’t be fast. Some memories may return. Others may stay buried.”

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

he said, adjusting his glasses to his face. “You see, my fiancé had an issue..she was diagnosed with temporal amnesia..” I started, trying to look as convincing as best as I could. “Oh..sorry to hear about that, is she okay?” He asked, concern in his voice. “Well, she’s feeling all better..it’s just that, the doctor said it had to do with something of the past..like the miscarriage of her unborn baby” I continued, hoping that he wouldn’t play into my trap because the last doctor, who diagnosed her with the issue knew the state of her body and I’m sure knew she hadn’t pregnant or not.

It was like a different me in the picture and a different me as I stared back at myself— Isla Moreno Russo, wife of Damian Russo. Even when said aloud, the name sounded so foreign in my mouth, as if it wasn't meant to be mine. I felt like an imposter living a false life. Despite having amnesia, this just didn't feel like my life. My smile was so wide in the wedding picture, but when I stood in front of the mirror holding the picture, I tried to smile that way, but just didn't work. I have never felt like a fraud in my life before than in that moment.

“She argues with me. She breaks coffee mugs because she refuses to settle for a man who wants to silence her. She doesn’t care about my money, or my title, or my family.” Irene’s breath caught visibly. She went perfectly still, held captive by the sincerity in my tone. “You asked me who I was looking for, Irene,” I continued, leaning in until only the width of the table separated us. “The truth is, I had amnesia about the night we met. I didn’t remember your name. I didn’t remember the club.” I held her gaze. “But my body remembered you.” My voice dropped lower. “My nervous system remembered exactly how it felt to be awake for the first time in years.”

“I think I just got some of my memory back.” Riven went very still. “What did you remember?” “The ceremony. The marking.” I looked up at him. “It was fake. The fang was fake. I saw Claire in the background, watching, smiling.” My breath came faster. “And there was something else. Before the amnesia. Someone… someone hurt me.” “Who?” “I don’t know. It’s all fragmented. But Riven…” I gripped his arm. “What if the amnesia wasn’t an accident? What if someone did this to me on purpose?”