I Faked Amnesia Novels & Stories

she said firmly. I let out a deep sigh, “Fine. You want the truth? The truth is that before your accident, we were just business partners. That’s it. I didn’t know you on a personal level. I didn’t even like you,” I said, my words biting with bitterness. Elysia’s face fell as she took in my words. “But...I remember things...memories of us together,” she said, confusion etched on her face. I shook my head, “It’s just your mind playing tricks on you. The doctors said it’s normal for amnesia patients to have false memories.”

Dani said. Walking through the corridor to the garage, Paul finally said, “The Tea is delish.” “It’s about time,” Shan said. “Spill it,” Nelly said. “Ok. So, the selective amnesia patient is totally delusional. Or a psychopath. I don’t know exactly what to call her, but the girl can scheme,” he said talking fast and very animatedly. “Keep going,” Dani prompted. “She doesn’t have amnesia,” he said. Silence came over us. “Say that again,” Shan asked. “Selective Amnesia. Faking,” he continued. “But it was diagnosed,” I asked. “Fake,” he answered. “That doesn’t,” Maria started and stopped. “How do you know this,” Dani asked. “Well, I was,” he started to say then stopped. “You w

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

If she's not Natalie, then who could she be? With the doctor's diagnosis, Henry began to suspect that perhaps that woman … wasn't Natalie. "Are you sure?" Henry frowned as he confirmed it with the doctor once again. The doctor nodded. "I've come across many patients who suffer from amnesia. "There are many different patterns and conditions for an amnesia patient. However, she has none of them. "People feigning amnesia are bound to slip up, no matter how good of an actor they are. "But … But I don't know why Ms. Shepherd is doing this. That's why I've decided to tell you what I've found. It's up to you if you want to expose her."

Iam shakingme? Please I don't want you getting hurt please go back to bed don't be scared I would never hur to you emily and then look at him.I thinkof what to say, but my mind is telling me torun far away right now."you drove the car that day?"," I was, but I wasn't trying to kill you"He tells me.,I'm confused and my mind is a mess.Howdo I know if he is even telling me the truth??"I don't believe you,I betyou found out about my accident and now,you are trying to trick me,"I yell.,"You had an accident?"he sounds alarmed.,"don't act like you didn't know."I shout.,"You are lying! is this you trying to keep upwith pretending you don't remember me?"heangrily says.,"No! I'm not pretending I don't

* I don’t expect her to look at me this way for real, not after I took away every single person she loved. But before I could say anything, Aria let out a long, shaky sigh. “I guess some things never change, after all,” she murmured. “You still think I am faking my affection but that's not true. Besides, the doctor confirmed I have amnesia. Why is it so hard to believe me?” “Maybe because I killed every single one of the people you loved,” I snapped and pressed the bridge of my nose. *Damn it.* *I am not stupid, Aria.*

"Are you insane? Fine, don't apologize, but this—this is overkill..." "Overkill?" My voice cracked, burning with rage. "You lied to me for three years, Jack. Used me like an ATM. Made me a punchline. And THIS is what's too much?" Jack frowned. "What are you even talking about?" "The call," I said, eyes locked on his. "I heard everything you and your buddy said." His face went rigid. "Faking bankruptcy was a blast, huh?" I dumped the rest of the cash from my bag. "Watching me burn myself every night just to save money—you must've felt like a king."

It would’ve undone her in a way I wasn’t sure I could witness without guilt eating me alive. So I faked the amnesia. Not out of cruelty, but out of fear. Fear of hurting her. Fear of the confrontation. Fear of being the villain in the story she wrote with love. The truth is, I didn’t want to go on with us. Not because she wasn’t enough—but because my heart was no longer with her and pretending not to remember felt like the only way to let go… Without completely breaking her. And now? Now, I care about only one thing. My happiness. My peace. My future and that’s Mellisa.

"It was raining, and I was so panicked that I ran out into the street. It sounds like the car was running a red light. I don't know. Maybe it was my fault, hurrying and not paying attention or looking where I was going. But he hit me, and I knocked my head on the ground." I leaned closer, checking her over. "That's all? No other wounds?" "No. No breaks. They said I didn't really have much of a concussion." "Then what's this bullshit about amnesia?" She licked her lips, seeming worried to explain. I gripped her chin and narrowed my eyes. "Anastasia?" "I lied. I played the doctors and nurses and let them think that I had amnesia. I pretended to not know my name, to not know where I was and all

I let out a short, bitter laugh. Didn't say a word. Pulled my hand free and kept walking. For once, I was actually glad he faked the whole amnesia thing before the wedding. If he'd done this after we were married? Yeah... the damage would've been way worse.