My Husband Who Hates Me Has Lost His Memories の小説・ストーリー

My eyes flickered open, a tear tracking down my face as the doctor stared at me with this glint of sympathy in his eyes. The doctor sighed, leaning forward. “Ms. Elodie, I know that this situation is difficult for you but you don’t have to worry too much. Your husband’s memory loss is temporary. Since he encountered that traumatic attack when he was saving you, you must have been on his mind before he lost consciousness and that is why he doesn’t remember you” “He doesn’t even remember the triplets” I made a tiny sniffle, my mind drifting back to when Mae asked him about the triplets while my heart shattered into pieces when he asked to know who they were.

“Make love to me, Roman.” I just stared at her, unsure of what to say. The thought of having sex with her had never really excited me, and that realization made the guilt even worse. Worst husband of the year? That title belonged to me. How did I even get here? Was it the accident? The memory loss? Did something inside me change? Had my feelings for her… my desires for her… disappeared along with the memories I lost? The whole thought made me angry. What was even wrong with me?

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.

Most of all. I can't tell what he is thinking, I cant figure him out. This feels like when I first met him, I could never understand the things he did and why he did them. I hold my chest and make a promise, I will help him gain his memory back, that is the first thing I will do then I can get mad all I want for what he did to me. He may have no memory of me but he is still my husband and I can’t stop loving him, my love for him has not reduced, not even a bit.

However, with a sharp flick of his wrist, he poured the wine onto the floor. Confused, I asked him what he was doing. He just looked at me. The affection that used to fill his eyes when he gazed at me was gone. In its place was nothing but coldness. He said that after all these years, he could finally stop pretending. He said that the anniversary I looked forward to every year was, in fact, the day Evelyn had left him. He said he hated me for causing her death, so he was determined to make me experience the same agony—the agony of losing a loved one forever.

Aaron Samuel I lost my memory after the incident. I could remember how badly I treated her and her family. I wasn't ready to listen to her. I hated her because I was not left with any of her memories again except Cynthia's. I can't believe, I let Cynthia control my heart toward my wife. My wife? Did I just at, my wife? The same wife I divorced already? I started having therapy the past 2 months and finally! I regained my memory back but, what I heard next made my whole heart go numb.

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.

“He's getting better. But I think he needed more checkup. He was asking about his belongings. Talking about meetings and all” “That is not something to be scared about dear. At least he didn't forget all his memories. He still remember some things. I guess he lost half of his memories. Like from where you two met each other and when you two got married” I wanted to shout and tell them to stop saying we're married or he's my husband. I just don't like that endearment. We are no longer lovers. It was all in the past.

she managed to speak and stood up from where she was seated. She got back to the ward. Peter was standing outside. The moment she saw him, she broke down into tears once more. She couldn't help it. She felt neglected and rejected by the universe. "He doesn't remember me" Her voice wasn't louder than a whisper. "What?" " He had a memory loss and he doesn't remember anything about me. You should have seen his face when I told him I was his wife. He despises me" "That's not possible. The last thing a man will feel about you, husband or no husband is hatred. What did the doctor say?"

But she was very resilient. “Oh, you’ve gotten your memory back, I see. It must be terrible for the poor man. His wife having to remember his past. Let me guess, he acts like he has changed?” She asked cockily, raising her eyebrows. I sighed and looked away. She was right. My husband had been acting like a saint ever since I had lost my memory. He had been showering me with love and attention, trying to make up for his mistakes. “Yea,” I said reluctantly, not wanting to give her any more satisfaction.