My Husband Who Hates Me Has Lost His Memories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.

I'd even been willing to risk my life for him. So, how could I be absolutely indifferent toward him now? No matter how much the events of that day had hurt me, I shouldn't act like this! If I had truly loved him, how could I stop caring entirely? For reasons he couldn't understand, Irvin suddenly thought about that day at the hospital. That day, I'd claimed that I didn't remember that he was my husband. He remembered the way I'd looked at him with such unfamiliarity in my eyes… Could it be that I had really lost my memory? Could I really have forgotten him—my husband and the man I'd once loved the most?

"Forgive me. However it may be, I truly cannot remember you all. I hope that someday I can remember. It's just that I don't know when that will be. I keep thinking about it, and I've come to realize that for the past two and a half years, all I can remember is my current life. I can't leave Ares behind, even though you said he rape me, but in my memory, that incident never happened." Grey slammed his hand onto the table, "What did he do to you? Did he threaten you?" "No, it's not like that!" "I'm your husband!" "I know, you've told me that ten days ago. However, I still can't remember you." "Key, we can start over. You and I, if you don't remember, we can create new memories!" "Perhaps, but

It was me - I was sure of it, somehow, though I couldn't explain why. Suddenly something came over me. "If.. If I lose my memory frequently, am I still able to be a good husband? No - wait, please don't answer that.. Instead.. Help me be a good husband now! What can I do to.. To make you happy?" I could feel the confusion in my own voice. How lost I was. But all I knew is that I desperately needed her to be happy. Because she seemed so sad. So forlorn. And I was the one that was making her that way.

I can't force Keeion to remember me. I just forgot about it. I will really get angry with him once he remembers me again. I’m going to run away because he doesn’t remember me! Even if I say I’m his wife, he still doesn’t believe it. It was as if I was forcing myself on him even though I felt he was not comfortable with me. I was secretly hurt but I kept it to myself. I don't want to step on him. He didn't even hit me when I lost my memory.

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.