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

It took her quite a while to regain her composure and find her voice again. “Aren’t you that woman’s husband? How could we be a couple? I was also pregnant with... Ahem! Ahem! Did... Have you made a mistake?” “Sigh!” The man was both anxious and helpless. “I heard from others that you lost your memory, but I couldn’t imagine that you would forget the past completely. Yes, I was married to Mel when we met, but you didn’t care that I was a married man. You were willing to be my lover, and you even helped me keep Mel in the dark so that it would not affect my family…

I hate that I don't remember who I am and mostly I hate that my marriage which should be the most important part of my life is also forgotten, I don't even remember my husband and it pisses me off". " Take it easy, one step at a time, and your memory will be back, for now, I'll answer all your questions" "And maybe go to some memorable places, it could help trigger my memory" "True, let's start with your questions, one at a time, ask me your first question" She nodded, " are we couples that love each other?" He looked at her before nodding slowly," At first we weren't, but we fell deeply in love with each other".

"You're playing the victim so well. Making everyone feel sorry for you. Poor Grace with her amnesia. Poor Grace who can't remember anything." "I'm not playing anything! I'm scared! I'm trying to remember who I am!" "Then let me help you remember." Mason grabbed her face. Forced her to look at him. "I'm Mason Hartwell. Your husband. We've been married seven years. SEVEN YEARS. And you're telling me you just forgot all of it?" "I... I don't know. Maybe. The doctor said—" "I don't care what the doctor said!" His grip tightened. "You're MY wife. Mine. Not Aiden's. MINE."

And watching the man I loved struggle to remember our life together felt like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed. He was moved out of the ICU after forty-eight hours, but the memory gap remained—a clean five-year slice missing from his mind. He remembered the syndicate, the link, the court cases, the book, even our decision to move to Portland. But everything after that—our marriage details, Sophie’s adoption, Liam’s growth into a serious goalie, Ellie’s teenage years, much of our day-to-day love—was fragmented or gone.

“Well, he definitely wouldn’t do what you’ve done to me today.” Pearls of tears clung onto the corners of her eyes from the pain. She curled the corners of her lips into a smile, “Four years ago when I lost my memories, and I didn’t remember anything, he claimed to be my husband. I believed every word he said at the time, and I even thought that I had loved him like any other wife would.” “Enough!” Damon’s face darkened.

“I barely recognise you! Your glasses… if it weren’t for those chubby cheeks, I wouldn’t have known it was you.” “Huh. I know you fell, but did you hit your head that hard?” Martha asked, slightly agitated.. “There is so much I have to tell you, Martha. Please, come inside,” June said, leading her to the living room. She placed a pillow on her lap and raised her gaze slowly to meet Martha’s. “I think I have to start by telling you about the memory loss.” Martha leaned in, startled. “Memory loss?” “Yes, Martha. I remember only as far back as our senior year in high school,” she confessed, taking a deep breath. “I don’t remember my husband or ever being married. This house… everything is so ne

If not for the tight security around her, she would have summoned her doctor for further explanation. “Do you think I am stupid? That one day, I will not find about this? Do you know how hard I try to remember who I am and yet nothing comes into my mind? I don't even remember how we got married, how I gave birth to a daughter who looks nothing like you. Yet, when I try so hard, you cut me down with memory loss pills!" she yelled at him. “I did it for you!" he screamed, dropping on knees with a loud thud. “You were losing your mind every single day. Your nightmares ached my soul. I did it to protect you," he claimed, trying to coax her to believe him.

His presence alone was enough to make my heart race pretty fast and also make me remember the memory of the night when we had to bathe together. Losing his memories made him a perfect husband but at the same time, I didn’t like that it was only going to be for a while. He was being too lovely and Dovey, unlike his usual character. It made me feel guilty that he had to lose his memory at a time like that when I still haven’t found out the truth behind what happened five years ago and also for the fact that he had lost his wife and child because of me. I froze when I felt his breath on my neck and visibly gulped because I was not expecting he would do something like that. ‘’I…..’’ I paused and

“Your husband. I am your husband, Ciro. We were attacked a few months ago by a rival Bratva faction. There was a terrible accident and you hit your head… really hard. The doctors say you may have lost your memory.” I paused, waiting for his response. His eyes wavered a bit, his mind racing. A million thoughts in his head, I’d bet. “I… I don't remember anything. Not who I am, nor who you are. Married? How long had it been?” he asked again, his eyes boring down into me in absolute inspection. It made my cock jerk. This one would defy my orders a lot, and it made me hard knowing I finally had someone to not bore my day.

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.