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

"So... You mean, what you're trying to tell me now is that- I have a problem with my memory? I can't remember most of the things that has happened to me so far?." "Only for a matter of time. You will soon be fine son." Dad said. "But Dad, I mean.... It's fine that I had been in to an accident and I've suffered from a memory loss. Yes, it's hearable but Dad, just take a good look at her- She can't be my wife! She can never be my wife! She's not even my taste." I muttered the last part disgustingly. Yeah, truth be told. She can never be my taste. I can't imagine getting married to a woman like her. I mean, she's not even smart. And, she's too innocent for my liking.

His demeanor as he glares at me, shows the disgust he felt towards me. I didn't understand it! I can't understand it! We are married, but yet he felt a mile away. I could see his love for me in his eyes sometimes, but other time, I mean most of the time, he had only hate for me. It's been just a week since I lost my memories, yet in his presence it felt like I've been treated like a deserted woman for what felt like forever. No memories or recollection, and it was making me frustrated all the more.

He'd pulled me into his arms, lips brushing my ear, laughing low. "You're amazing, baby. How about round seven?" The guilt vanished without a trace. Victor loved me, yes, but his love was overwhelming, suffocating, all-consuming. Maybe some distance would be good for both of us. I sighed. "He doesn't remember anything right now. Let's just take a break and cool off." "Then make him remember." Louis was desperate. "Just give me two more weeks. I'll find a way to restore his memory, I swear."

In less than a minute, her husband also followed and sprayed his seed again in her womb. “Ahhh, wife, I love you!” She was hugging her husband’s naked body, who was now on top of her naked body as well. She is happy because Mauro loves her. But something is missing; he has amnesia, and she worries that his feelings for her will change when his memory returns. And she will be hurt again.

He truly thought the problem was something that could be replaced. A new tree for the one my parents planted. A returned necklace for the place I had given back. “Mark, I didn’t leave because of the tree.” His grip tightened around the velvet case. “Then tell me what you want.” “Nothing from you.” That struck harder than anger would have. “You’re my wife.” “I was.” “You are.” “No.” My voice stayed even. “I spent nine years standing beside you, protecting your name, accepting your rules, and forgiving things I should have walked away from the first time.”

“W-What does that mean, doctor?” “We’ve been running tests on him since he regained consciousness two weeks ago, and… I’m sorry to say this, but your husband is suffering from amnesia, with no recollection of the last three to four years.” A lump rises in my throat as I stammer. “H-he doesn’t remember anything about…me? About us?” The doctor’s gaze softens. “I’m afraid so. As far as your husband is concerned, you are… a stranger.” My heart thuds painfully as a wave of panic crashes over me.

"What kind of relationship did they have?" "What kind of husband doesn't care when his wife disappears?" Mark muttered. Their words wrapped around my ghost like chains, heavy with truth. Mark would worry about a stranger's corpse but never spared a thought for his missing wife. When Emma had first returned to town, he had dropped everything to help her settle in. But now he suspected my disappearance was just another trick to get his attention. Perhaps I should never have married him. This was Emma's place in his heart, not mine. The love that should have been mine had already been given to her years ago.

The female protagonist had amnesia, and the handsome male lead, claiming to be her husband, was doing everything to rekindle her love for him. Atticus smiled wistfully. The woman in the movie was lucky—her husband was not only handsome but also willing to fight for their love. But it was sad because such things only happened in movies. In real life, if you lost your memory, your spouse would likely leave and find someone else. That’s real life. Because reality sucks. Big time. Annoyed, she turned off the TV and hugged a throw pillow, pouting. “Why did you turn it off?” came a voice from behind her.

“My husband and I had sex, and I can’t even remember it. And you call that HELP?” He glanced at me. His jaw clenched. “We’re married, Evelyn,” he said. “Husband and wife. Sex isn’t a crime. I kept you waiting for years, and now I’ve finally done what I should’ve done long ago.” I stared at him in disbelief. His words stabbed at me like shards of glass. “Should I be grateful?” I typed furiously. “Happy that my flirty, lying husband finally decided to sleep with me, without my memory or consent?”

“That’s your solution?” “Evelyn, don’t be ungrateful.” He frowned. “We’ve been together for ten years. I don’t want to be too ruthless with you.” Ten years? I laughed bitterly to myself. In that decade, I had endured countless sleepless nights for him. I had been hospitalized multiple times from overwork. Through it all, he never truly cared. “Do you remember my first stomach hemorrhage?” I asked. He froze for a moment. “What?” “I collapsed in the studio. It was an intern who called the ambulance. Where were you?”