La Esposa Olvidada 소설 & 이야기

Callajan? Sylvester: Why I am here? I gasped when i heard him says that, its looks like he didn't remember what happened Doctor: You don't remember what happened? Sylvester: I don't, the last thing i remember is when I Traveled in Paris with my fiancee Doctor:Do you remember your fiancee ? Sylvester: Yes, she's Loreane And that's hits me, he remember what happened but he didn't remember that it was me his fiancee. Loreane is my friend.

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

Adrian’s POV. The empty bottle sits on the dining table. Vitamin B, the label says. I found it in the dustbin. “What is this really?” My mother doesn't look up from her tea. She shifts in her chair, bracing herself. “Vitamins. I told you. For that wife of yours.” “She has a name,” I say quietly. “Elara.” “Elara.” My mother tastes the name like poison. “The pianist. The one with no family, no money, no…”

ISABELLE'S POV. “ I'm sorry but who are you? Do I know you?” Kristen asked with a confused expression and it felt like my head was about to explode. “Kristen? It's me, Isabelle, your wife.. don't you remember me?” I asked as I felt my heart beat accelerate. “ I'm sorry but I don't remember getting married..Can you please get the doctor? My legs hurt.” He calmly said but I stared at him with teary eyes.

His eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. "Kael," I breathed, moving to his side. He turned his head slowly. Looked at me. And I saw nothing. No recognition. No warmth. Just emptiness. "Do I know you?" he asked, voice hoarse. The words hit like a physical blow. "It's me. Marisol. Your wife." "Wife?" He frowned. "I don't remember. The doctors said there might be memory loss, but " He looked at Vera. "She says she's my wife?"

Seeing Anastasia William repeatedly reminded him of all the things he had been trying to forget. He couldn't understand why he was so curious about that girl, just because they had the same name, or something else? Arthur leaned against the chair and started thinking about that cursed night. He suddenly remembered his wife again. He remembered that day when divers had recovered his wife's half-melted body from the river. At that time, he had refused to accept that the body in terrible shape was his wife's, but the DNA report had confirmed that it was indeed his wife's body.

“Would any of you like to begin?” A collective hush followed. Then Old Masha, gray-haired keeper of village history, stepped forward with her cane tapping. “My husband disappeared,” she said quietly, voice brittle as a dry reed. She gripped the cane tightly. “I forgot to remember how he smelled. All that remains are shadows.” She lowered her gaze. “I want to recover it.” Miri knelt beside her, gently. “Tell me what you recall.”

"Because if you had been a good husband to me, we wouldn't be in this situation. You wouldn't be trying to bring back the past! Enough. I've tried for three years to forget you, to accept all the pain." "You're like me, Sandra. But no matter how hard I try to forget, I can't make you feel the love I should have given you. I tried to accept what they say you just need time, I hope they're right, Sandra. There's no day, even at night, that I don't think of you. I'm guilty that I can't even sleep well. I've been feeling like this for the past three years, wife," Denver approaches Sandra again, but she steps back again.

~Agathe~ I died inside, my heart was profoundly shattered and crushed. She cannot remember Gunther, but those memories can return. It can come back. I married Gunther without realizing that the woman he truly loved was still out there and just could not remember him. “No, this can't be happening.” "Hey, young lady, are you still with me?" Yesenia asked, waving her hand in front of my face as if I had been lost in a daze. I abruptly stood up and left Yesenia without uttering a single word.

Not that it mattered to Eulalia, as Percival’s appearance surpassed anyone else's in her eyes, filling her with pride at the thought of her husband. Trying not to stare at the stranger, Eulalia focused on the movie, which was disrupted ten minutes in by a ringing phone. It was the man beside her who answered, his voice strangely familiar to Eulalia. The movie was a romantic drama that started off light and funny but turned somber, depicting a woman with Alzheimer's whose lifelong partner marries someone else, despite promising to be with her forever. The woman forgets many things but remembers him. In the end, she tears up love letters she wrote to him, makes them into paper boats, and relea