My Husband Who Hates Me Has Lost His Memories Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I questioned and he leaned closer as he signaled for me to come closer. “Why don't you find someone else? Another woman that'll keep you company and make you forget about your wife.” He suggested and I chuckled as I stared at him blankly. “You don't understand, Doc. I love my wife with all my heart. I need to lose my memory so that I can forget all the bad things that happened. I don't want to look at her and remember the things she did. I don't want to look at her and feel regret or hurt.”

“Two years? So that means I was aware of everything three years ago, right? You said that I've been married for three years, right?” “Yes, you have been.” “Then why can't I remember my own husband? Tell me what happened that year.” The doctor excused herself from the room, and my father immediately turned silent. “I'm afraid your husband has to tell you that. I can only tell you the memories you have lost… except that one.” “Do I look like a joke to you?!” “Anyssa,” they all said. “You have to rest. Your husband has to tell you that.”

"If I hadn't played dumb, would you have willingly picked up all the mess at home? Would you have worked yourself half to death making money and paying off debts?" My whole body trembled with rage. Six years ago, he'd fallen into the water trying to save me. The doctors said he might never wake up. I'd endured everyone's scorn, staying by his bedside day and night. When he finally woke up, he had the mental capacity of a three-year-old. I swallowed my disgust, kicked out Chloe—the secretary I'd caught rolling around in bed with him—and took care of him like he was my own child while simultaneously taking over his company, which was on the brink of bankruptcy.

"Ah. So you do remember me. That's good. I would hate to tell your daddy you were having worse memory problems. By the way, is that the way to greet your husband? You know, with this attitude you'll make me think that you're not happy to see me." "Happy?" I snorted. Though I told myself not to let his unconcerned and mocking attitude get under my skin, I could not stop myself from adding, "Of course, I'm not happy. How could I be when I see the man who is supposed to be my husband clearly doesn't even like me? I'm like a chore or a burden to you, am I not?" Lowering himself into a chair, he laughed. "I told you before, if you had your memories back, you would know why I can't stand breathing

, she answered. "Yeah, I do. He is your husband, Hayat. You got married almost six months now......" "How? Why can't I remember?", she asks herself looking at me with tears in her eyes. All these were happening what we all didn't know was that someone was outside her room rejoicing the fact that Hayat had lost her memories. Unknown Pov. Seeing her in pain was something that I have always wanted. And now I will get what I want. "Poor Aayan. Your wife has forgotten about you. Tsk, tsk. I don't think that there are any more enjoyable than that. Hayat loses her memories while Aayan loses the only woman who has kept him sane and has even brought him back to Allah by Praying".

“Memory loss does not necessarily take away one’s sense of family. The same familiarity I felt with my mother, my brother and Helina… I felt it with her too.” “I see,” he said coolly. Then he leaned forward slightly. “So do you remember you and I are engaged?” I don’t. And I don’t think I want to. “I remember most of my happy moments,” I replied. His expression darkened. “What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, his voice deepening. “I remember my fun moments with Hailey,” I said evenly. “But I remember nothing about Mark Smith, the man I was married to before. And I understand he made me sad.”

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

She relaxes and shrugs her one shoulder. "Did something happen?" I feel her voice cracking. I glance down at her. There are tears in her eyes, "My wife is not weak." I cup the side of her face. "I'm looking so happy with you in all the pictures. Why can't I remember anything? I want to forget him. All I remember is related to him, not you?" Another tear slips down and then more, "You don't know. How does it feel! I hate myself." "Have you thought about me? My wife talks about her E... He's not your Ex. He's no one to you." I say to her,

Anger immediately boiled within me. “What the heck are you doing here with my wife?!”, I vent out the fury burning in my chest. Annet looked at my direction, his eyes narrowing as he turned his head. “Your wife?”, He questioned, standing up on his feet, ready to fight me. “ Oh! so you remember she is your wife and you left her to die at the entrance of your villa! Well for your information, your wife has a flu and passed out right in front of your house!”