My Husband Hates Me But He Lost His Memories Mga Nobela at Kwento

For a long moment, I remained frozen in Damian's hold, Ethan’s words echoing on an agonizing loop in my mind. ‘Boring.’ ‘She doesn't evoke a single feeling in me.’ ‘Don't buy her sketches on my account.’ How had I been so blind? How had I spent three years married to a man who secretly held so much contempt for me? He was a complete stranger compared to the boy who had comforted me online five years ago when my parents divorced—the boy who had listened when my mother fell into deep depression and ended up in the hospital. That boy was gone. In his place stood a cruel, callous man.

He is about to leave when she starts telling him what has happened to her for the past 48 hours. "M-My husband regained some of his memories." Tatay June was about to stand but stopped momentarily and looked at her, urging her to continue. "Two days ago, he picked me up at my apartment. Telling me that we are having dinner. I didn't know that it was at his parents' house. And you know, as if we are in a novel, everything explodes like a bomb.” A fresh batch of tears is now falling. "He is angry. I understand." A sob escaped. "I understand the anger. But what I don't understand is, why is this happening to us?" She couldn't stop crying.

I said, trying to divert the conversation. "Yes, my daughter, but something happened. My wife has left the house since yesterday, and we've been searching for her. She has a sickness that causes her to lose her memory every few minutes. We've been looking for her, but we haven't found her yet," he explained. I nodded my head as if I understood what he meant, even though I didn't understand a dime. "What about 'What are you doing here?'" the man asked again. I thought he had forgotten, but it seemed that his memory was sharper than I had anticipated.

He would break me completely after his short stint as my husband again. "I don't believe it. I have seen his hatred for me that day at the hospital. Though he had learnt to hide it well these days", I said. "I forgot about that Mer. Sorry", she said. "I can't forget that day. It was like it happened only yesterday", I admitted. "You guys have come a long way since that day. It is time to forget that Mer", she said. "I can't forget it not in this life. I'm sure he will say the same", I told her.

I was loosing my mind. " I have her consent. I can show it to her, I am sorry but I don't want to show it to you or jack because it's between me and my wife. I knew, she didn't want to have a relationship with me at that time but when she lost her memory, she fell in love with me and insisted that we go ahead in our relationship. " I said looking at her. But she was not looking at me. " She may have done that because she was suffering from partial amnesia and was not in her normal mental condition,

My parents hate me, my husband loathe me. I wish you were here Charlotte, I wish you were here to take care of Abram. He has changed, I have changed him, he is burning in his hatred for me. I know he is not at peace. He is hurting his soul to hurt me. And I couldn't save him, because I am the sole reason he is ruined. "Pigeon--" My heart skipped a beat, as he gently called me by the name he gave me. A fearful dread setteled inside me, after yesterday I am scared, scared of the man I love.

There were no memories of him in my head, and that's why I drove to the conclusion that I can never be married to someone like him. I regretted slapping him, and I caused myself even more after I was told by mom that I was suffering from Amnesia. There weren't any wedding photos of Mavis and I, and as such I couldn't remember a clue about him. After he left the hospital on the day I told him to leave me alone, I haven't set my eyes on him, and strangely I was longing to see him. I wanted to see him and ask him lots of questions. If I had known I was suffering from partial amnesia, I wouldn't have been harsh to him.

“I don’t know! I just thought…I thought he would have a stupid reason like his dad forced him or something and it would be easy to get mad all over again.” “And it wasn’t?” I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. “He doesn’t remember, Mike. All our memories. All the moments. He doesn’t remember them. I don’t exist in his mind…in his world. Six months of his memories are gone. Including the month of us.” “Tell me you’re fucking joking.” “I’m not. I’m not and I can’t be mad at someone who doesn’t remember a single moment together. They didn’t even know he was married until they called.”

Funny how I can’t remember this man ever defending me, funny how I can’t remember this man ever calling me his daughter-in-law. “You should leave,” Mrs. Henderson said, “I don’t want to see you around my son.” “Your son is my husband!” I didn’t know when I yelled at her. “He might be your husband but he doesn’t remember that! My son is suffering from memory loss, and any mistake can cost him his life.” Mrs. Henderson grabbed me by the arm, “Wouldn’t you rather watch your husband be happy as long as he is healthy, or would you rather become a widow?”

I chucked it away from me. "It's my report." Mini said, holding it. I thinned my lips, "Are you here to blackmail me? Go ahead." "No, Evie." She tried to hold my hand. I pushed myself away from her. I stared at her, "I don't care about anything. After three months he'll know the truth. You can tell him now. I have nothing to lose." Her eyes turned glassy, " Evie! You don't understand." "I understand everything. My husband lost his memory. His. Family kept me away from him. He was sleeping with beautiful models and actresses. It's good news for. His wife. Right?" I said sarcastically.