My Billionaire Husband Doesn't Remember Me Novels & Stories

"Elena?" She looked up. Still no recognition. Just that same confused, frightened expression. "Hi." I stayed near the door. Gave her space. "I'm Calloway Sterling. I'm—" My voice caught. "I'm your husband." "The doctor told me." She studied me carefully. "I don't remember you. I'm sorry." "Don't apologize. It's not your fault." "But I should remember my own husband. I should—" She wrapped her arms tighter around herself. "Why can't I remember? What's wrong with me?"

“Fallon, we have a chef. I’m not about to start burning eggs just because we slept together.” I laughed, burying my face in the pillow. “I keep forgetting my husband is a billionaire.” “Good,” he said smugly. “I’m not sure you could survive the married-to-a-regular-guy version of me.” We got up slowly, taking our time. I wrapped myself in his robe—thick, black, way too big—and padded barefoot down the hall while he threw on a pair of joggers and followed behind. The mansion was quiet. The kind of quiet that usually felt cold.

What would his fate be? “I’m sorry ma’am, but there’s no one bearing Sebastian Knight here.” A screw in my head was let loose. I seemed like a mad person at hearing those words. What the hell is she talking about? “What are you talking about? What do you mean there’s no one bearing Sebastian Knight? He is my husband. Don’t you know my husband? He’s the richest billionaire coo in the city for crying out loud. What the fuck are you telling me?” eyes stared at me. Just then, I realized was at the top of my voice.

Ugly memories flashed through his mind. “Go after her? How?” “She isn't with a dick, bro!” “Darling?” Aliyah called, seeing that her husband's smile looked rather forced unlike before. “Yes.” Still with a forced smile he answered. He pushed those memories away and tried to be cheerful but he failed miserably and she could see it. “What's up?” Aliyah asked as she maximized the screen so she could see him well. The billionaire shook his head, “Nothing.” He stood up from his seat and Aliyah watched him open his fridge and took out wine, he served himself and gulped in a go.

“Is the money going to be a problem? Because dear, I can assure you that I have done my research and forty grand is nothing compared to what you and your billionaire husband have.” Oh, boy, she did not have a clue. She had no idea that my billionaire husband had cheated on me with a girl that looked…that looked…okay, she looked great, but still, she was trash! And that I wanted nothing to do with him or his billions of dollars. In my name, I had a considerable amount, but that did not mean that I had to start giving out money to anyone that asked. I now had to be careful with my finances. “No…” I shook my head, flashing her a sad smile. “It’s not going to be a problem. Trust me. When do you

Nina woke to the silent hum of machines. Her head is pounding and her throat is dry and scratchy. Her long beautiful lashes blinked open to take in the strange room with white walls and ceiling. So many wires are attached to her hands. Her body feels sour too. Slowly she recalled what happened. Her handsome and extremely rich husband Theodore Morrison, whom she loves more than herself asked her for a divorce. Three days ago...

Mike quickly tells her “I cannot remember marrying him. I have lost the last eight years of memories. I have no idea who he is. I just woke up one day and was told that he is my husband.” Ally tells Mike. “Well, Mrs Ash, your husband, just so happens to be the wealthiest man on this side of the main land. He practically owns every skyscraper in the largest four cities. Other than that, he also owns most of the oil drills around here. The man thinks of something and it is his.” Mike tells her. It almost sounds as if he is in awe of the man. Ally looks at Mike and wishes that she could remember this man.

I wonder what Adrain thinks about me. From his reaction and behavior, it's obvious he doesn't like me. Great my life is going to be like a fucking W*****d story. The billionaire husband maltreats the girl who falls in love with him first then, later he falls for her and they live happily ever after. We all moved to the living room after dinner. They discussed about business while I on the other hand sat there completely bored and left out from their conversation. This stupid dress was starting to itch I was thinking when Taylor spoke up

“There are all those Lifetime movies and romance novels about blindly marrying a multi-billionaire. Maybe that’s the case with you too, Seren.” Smacking her best friend in the head, Serenity remarked with a grin, “I bet you read all the chick lit in the shop. Dream on about marrying a billionaire at first sight. Do you think the place is crawling with billionaires?” Jasmine rubbed on the bump and sighed as Serenity had a point. Jasmine then asked, “Where’s your husband’s place?” “Brynfield.”

James Dean. Billionaire entrepreneur. CEO of the rapidly expanding Dean Holdings. A man whose carefully cultivated name carried significantly more weight in elite boardrooms than mine ever had, despite my own considerable success. And there he was, his manicured hand resting possessively on the small of my wife's back as they stepped out of some pretentious upscale restaurant that probably required connections I didn't have, her head tilted toward him like she was genuinely listening to his words, like she actually cared about whatever rehearsed bullshit was flowing smoothly from his perfect mouth. The bold headline beneath the paparazzi photo made my vision pulse an alarming crimson, my hea