My Billionaire Husband Doesn't Remember Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

Some people go to the gym, some go to nightclubs, and my billionaire husbands decided to work and make more money. I was used to being a thousandaire, but now as a billionaire's wife, a new mom with too many zeros attached to my name, I decided to take Remy who needed a distraction from his current love life. I hated that Ghazi was putting him through such an ordeal, but there was nothing I can do but be there for my Remy.

"What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything!" As everyone left her alone in the room, Clara squeezed her head tightly. "How could I not remember that I was married to the owner of this house?" Clara shook her head, unwilling to be consumed by her thoughts. She reached for her phone, intending to manage her social media influencer business. But when she found it, she discovered the screen was cracked. "How could this happen? Maybe my phone is broken!"

In the past, the scumbag of a man had asked me to go out with him on a dinner date. I had been quite stunned because he proudly wore his wedding wing and only took it off when he had to carry out a surgery. Hell, the bastard even had a framed picture of his wife mounted against the wall of his office. You really could never trust men. The lots of them were heartless cheaters and jerks with sugarcoated mouths. "Far from it," Rita uttered. "Yesterday, we had this doctors lecture in Montreal, so him and I sat together during the whole thing and Cathy, what the man told me about his wife was jarring."

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

He asked her and continued: - Is something wrong? - Who are you? I do not know you. - Baby it is me, your husband. - I do not know you, call Erick or my father Manuel Cates, please. He looked at her. Then he pressed the call button and waited for the doctor to come in. While they were waiting he said; - Baby Let us wait for the doctor. He will tell us what to do, I will call whoever you want. Please do not worry. he smiled gently. The doctor came, looked at her and she told him the same thing as she told Bruce, she had no memory of him or anything in the past three years.

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.

They all knew. A bitter laugh escaped me. In the eyes of the public, he was still single. Our relationship could never be acknowledged. Even if I tried, he was powerful. What could I do? I was just a stepping stone they'd used. I didn't know how long it took before I couldn't cry anymore. In the silence I heard the click of the door. I snapped up, alert, expecting to find Damon or Athena, but it was a doctor. “You’re awake.” he nodded appraisingly as he walked in, looking around before he frowned, “where is your husband and sister in law?”

All my strengths were gone already and I already lost the fight so even if I tried a million times, Ivan still wouldn’t remember me. What did they do to him? Dejected and heart broken, I walked out of the ward room and the hospital and although I was exhausted, a big part of me doesn’t want to go without a fight. Standing back and staring through the window, I felt a pain in my stomach followed by a loud growl. I haven’t eaten anything all day and if I don’t want to fight for my husband, I have to remember my child. I owe my child his or her daddy, I can’t just let things go. Making up my mind to go back to the house and get some things that could help jog his memory.

Lena yelled. "I thought you said you don't remember who I am." He smiled, dropping the cup back on the stool. "The coffee worked, I just remembered who you are. My husband, right?" She asked him. "Yes, Mr handsome." He added, reminding her of her shenanigans the night before. "You announced to the whole of New York that I am your husband and I am proud of that." He smirked at her, watching as her jaw dropped in surprise. She didn't remember the things she did last night.