My Billionaire Husband Doesn't Remember Me Novels & Stories

“I’m Serena Hart, senior correspondent for The Manhattan Report. Tonight, we’re following up on a development that has sparked new questions about June Smith, the wife of billionaire hotel magnate Mr. Alex Smith. The public has known about Mrs. Smith’s fall for some time. It made headlines, prompted statements from the family’s legal team, and led to a brief absence from the spotlight. But what wasn’t disclosed until last night is that the fall caused her to lose her memory. The revelation came during a private charity gala attended by several high-profile figures. In a quiet moment, Mrs. Smith shared that she had been suffering from memory loss since the accident, meaning much of her public

But it's okay, I can go with her to register the marriage right now and will prepare the wedding as quickly as possible. “We are husband and wife, this will never change. Be good, Alisa, follow me home. Your husband is now a billionaire, he has a lot of money and...” “No, we are not. There is nothing to prove that you are my husband… please forgive me, I already have a boyfriend, ah, no, I already have a fiancé.”

Not a rival but the same level as his company. Jack Hilston! What the hell is he doing here? How the hell did he know my wife? Jack raises his eyebrow and said “What the hell are you doing here?” “Should I be the one asking you that? Why the hell is the famous Jack Hilston in my wife’s house?” Jack scoffs and laughs at him. Smirking he said “Wife? Now she is your wife? Come on Helios, we all know the fact that you never liked the idea of her being your wife.”

“Is something wrong?” I blinked at the question. He was asking me if something was wrong like our whole marriage wasn’t wrong. The media painted us as a perfect couple; they painted me as a woman who got spoiled by her husband, who got showered with gifts from her husband when he couldn’t even remember something as important as our anniversary. How could he think nothing was wrong when we couldn’t even have a regular conversation like other married couples did? “I got you something.” For the first time since he arrived tonight, he looked interested in what I had to say. “You got me something?”

Woods when I'm making fun of her, but when she claimed everything was because of how close we were, I felt awful. Does she consider me a hedonistic billionaire who sleeps with a different woman every day? After all, how could she act so normally following such a passionate kiss—hadn't my kiss even remotely affected her? She is not my wife, so from now on, I won't be calling her Mrs. Woods. My marriage to her is simply based on a contract that I have to use to restrain my feelings for her. "Oh no, Mr. Woods, your grandma sent only one pair of each item, so we should divide them up based on our individual needs." Hearing her voice, I came out of my dream world.

“Let’s go out. I’ve lost my appetite.” Ellie smirked at kate and followed him up, Kate's eyes followed him and Ellie as they strolled out of the dining room. He didn’t look at Kate. Not once. Kate stood there, surrounded by untouched food, realizing something terrifying: She wasn’t his wife. She wasn’t his partner. She was just… there. .

"What the hell? who the heck are you?!“ That question actually true the other billionaire of his tools for a bit he could not believe that Ethan didn't even know that he his biggest competitor existed then haven't even saying the news where he was hanging around his ex-wife and they were even dating well according to the contract we weren't actually dating but it didn't matter that's what it appeared to the media and that's what we had been pushing out to the people. He had even attended the same party with Ethan last night how could you not remember him it seems so ridiculous he must have been mocking him.

“You’ve given me nothing in this marriage.” I could feel my chest closing in as though I couldn't breathe. My eyes pricked with held-back tears. My hands trembled under the table, hidden from view, but my face—I remained cool. I couldn't allow them to see me break. Not here. Not in front of everyone. Laughter and chatter surrounded us everywhere, but I could no longer hear it. My ears still rang with his words. My husband. The man I had given my heart to. The man I could imagine spending my life with.

This whole thing was bizarre. I loved it but I couldn't digest it. The CEO, my billionaire husband just made me breakfast. I took a small bite of it. It was delicious. I was gawking at him in astonishment while eating my breakfast. My lucky star was shining today more. He's my lucky star. He didn't look at me staring at him. I was tempted to talk anything to him. He ate his breakfast silently. I did the same. Though, I wanted something more out of his silence.

It was my first time being in such big hospital that for a second, I had almost thought there wasn't a bathroom and could have puked on the floor and embarrassed myself. Despite being married to one of the wealthiest men in New York, I never got to enjoy such privilege except the few times that Jared insisted on taking me himself, Nichole was all Liam cared about. I hope they both finally have the peaceful happily ever after that they seek. I pushed the thought of him to the back of my head and headed back to the ward. Barely halfway into the room, it suddenly struck me the condition I was in. The divorce had clouded my memory, the trauma from Nichole's ridicule ate deep into me, and I had t