My Husband Who Hates Me Has Lost His Memories 소설 & 이야기

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.

"Chase, stop calling yourself my husband. You won't be that for very much longer. Now talk before I really call someone to take out the trash." I growled furiously reeling in the adrenaline running through me. My chest was rising and falling slower and more peacefully but the pain hadn't left. I knew, that I would try and come at him hard, but he would come at me so much harder. "The time without me has made your memory of me foggy. You forgot who I was. And what I'm capable of."

Mira insisted. "What if he ends up changing his mind? What if Ashlen can't come here again cos he's embarrassed to tell us Thorne is in danger?" My voice started to crack again, the careful wall I'd built crumbling. "And my husband can't just lose his memory. Not when I'm here, he can't just forget about me, can he? My son...too. I want to just go and see things myself." I finished, my voice breaking completely on the last few words. The thought of Thorne losing his memories of me was unbearable. It felt like losing him twice.

“He’s stable for now. Doctors are optimistic about his recovery, but… the memory loss is real. We don’t know how much he doesn’t remember, he might be confused when he wakes up.” I nodded, even though I had already confirmed that for myself last night. “I understand.” She stayed for a moment, like she wanted to say something else, then left, closing the door quietly behind her. I stood there, staring. My plan suddenly felt heavier now that he was right in front of me. This wasn’t just a headline or a name in my head. This was flesh and bone. This was Liam Vance, my enemy, my… husband. On paper, anyway.

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

“Or; maybe I never loved him, maybe I didn't feel a thing for him. I want to take things slow, I need to regain my memory in order for me to think about my marriage.” “My dear, it is not done that way. Allow your husband to helps you regain those memories because he was part of your memories. Stop being unfair, this is not who you are. You were a soft, kind and gentle girl. Everyone loved and admired your kind heart. Nothing has to change about you. I need you to know that even without your memory, you have your family and we will always be here for you. But I also need you to know that I can't help you alone, you will also be needing your husband if you really want your memories back. He pl

Staring into the eyes of her husband who always made her feel comfortable around him. “I made your favorite cake first. Even though you don't remember it, honey, ”said Axelina to Amar. But it's different from Amar. Amar smiles happily in his heart. Because the wife still remembers her favorite cake. When they both were still living in Maldives. Due to the impact that hit his head earlier, Amar was gradually able to remember his lost memories. But Amar remains silent. He didn't want anyone to know that he had remembered everything. Even though it's the wife. Amar wanted to give a little surprise that was forgotten. From their dream home. Until the company he built for his wife, which he hasn'

to me. How ridiculous... Here was my husband, who for an entire month failed to come and visit me even though I was in a coma and unable to leave the bed. And the reason he did present was because of the divorce? Wouldn’t he at least wait for me to get out of the hospital before he mentioned that fucking divorce AGAIN? I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. After hearing his words, I held his gaze and firmly responded, “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re referring to. I lost my memories.”

I clenched my fists and followed the doctor out of the room. Once we were in his office, I didn’t even wait for him to sit down. “What the fuck is going on?!” I roared. “Explain. Now.” The doctor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was going to break this down slowly. But you clearly want the truth right now.” I narrowed my eyes, fists still trembling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Killian,” he said softly. “But it appears… your wife has forgotten some memories with you.”

(Winona) It’s been two months since I saw my husband Jayden. I’m almost positive he’s coming to ask me for a divorce right now but I’m not giving up. Three years ago, after a car accident, he lost his memory, and I lay in a coma for a year. When I woke up, all I wanted to do was see him again. All I wanted was for us to be the couple we once were.