My Husband Who Hates Me Has Lost His Memories Novels & Stories

“I…there’s something wrong with my memory. I forgot things. I don’t remember the wedding… or even the last few years.” Silence wraps around the atmosphere as I wait for her response. She exhales slowly, “I'm sorry babe. But if that's the case why is your husband here and not there?” “Maybe he hates me.” I bite my lip. Admitting the truth that has been hovering over me. I feel the threat of tears behind my eyes, but I blink them away. “That’s not possible. You've been dating for a long time and have been inseparable. When you were shot some years back, Noah told me he never left your side. Not even when his best friend was fighting for his life.”

I would have not been too bothered if at least he was helping his cousin from time to time but the only thing that he genuinely came to do around this place was to tell everybody he just happened to give special attention to me to help his brother out when he came around to insult me but because he had the backing of his grandmother and his cousin was not yet aware the kind of person that he was he was getting away with it and I was afraid of telling his cousin that he was this kind of person because it might reach the ears of their grandmother and she was going to make life harder for me all over again so I might as well just put up with this for now until my husband himself remembers every

“You need to be very careful while dealing with him,” the psychiatrist told us. “How?” I asked in a quiet tone. Yesterday, I discovered that my husband didn’t remember anything about us. He had forgotten everything we had been through, and based on what the doctor said, there was a chance he might not remember me at all. Since I had always found it difficult to focus on the bright side, all that I could think about last night as I lay down in our bed all alone was whether I could make him fall in love with me again if he failed to remember me.

“I-I woke up not remembering anything. I asked my husband what happened, and he told me I had fallen from a tall tree. He said I hit a large fallen trunk hard, which must have caused my memory loss. But why is it taking so long? Three years? He said my face was badly injured, so I had to undergo surgery to restore it. That’s all I know, Astin. I was already pregnant at the time. Every day I spent with my husband, I couldn’t feel any love for him. I was confused—so many thoughts and memories flashed through my mind, but I couldn’t grasp them. I kept wondering, but I never questioned it. He sacrificed so much for me and our child, so I never asked too many questions. I’m still grateful to him.

Funny how I can’t remember this man ever defending me, funny how I can’t remember this man ever calling me his daughter-in-law. “You should leave,” Mrs. Henderson said, “I don’t want to see you around my son.” “Your son is my husband!” I didn’t know when I yelled at her. “He might be your husband but he doesn’t remember that! My son is suffering from memory loss, and any mistake can cost him his life.” Mrs. Henderson grabbed me by the arm, “Wouldn’t you rather watch your husband be happy as long as he is healthy, or would you rather become a widow?”

He just stood there, staring at me. “I've been re–reading my old journals,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “But some of the things I wrote down don't match what I remember anymore.” He looked pained and haunted, his eyes dilating. “It's like I'm slowly losing the ability to tell which memories are real,” he continued. “Sometimes I forget Dwayne, Ashley. Sometimes Maverick. Sometimes…” he hesitated, his eyes finding mine. "Sometimes I forget that we got divorced. And there are moments where I remember Sofia and wonder if I ever really loved her, or if I just told myself that I did."

“My condition is fine now, but lately… I suddenly realized that although I’ve forgotten a lot of things from the past, what I’ve forgotten most is the memories with my ex-wife. “I always thought I didn’t love her in the past. All I remember are the bad things about her. I hate her a lot, but recently, subsequent evidence has appeared, proving I might’ve cared about her in the past. However, I don’t know why I can’t remember that I cared about her and some other things relating to her.”

she asked as she turned her head to face her husband. “Many, many things. From the most embarrassing to the proudest moments she has with you.” Mr. Aiden said with a smile. He can see in his peripheral vision of how his wife’s face paled when he told her that the most embarrassing times of her life— that she no longer remembers— was told to her husband by her mother. And he also saw how her lips turned into a smile when he mentioned the proud moments that she barely remembers now. “She really likes telling you stories about me, huh?” Mrs. Zephnir said to her husband and as an affectionate notion, she took a hand of her husband and held it tightly and then gave it a kiss.

I was loosing my mind. " I have her consent. I can show it to her, I am sorry but I don't want to show it to you or jack because it's between me and my wife. I knew, she didn't want to have a relationship with me at that time but when she lost her memory, she fell in love with me and insisted that we go ahead in our relationship. " I said looking at her. But she was not looking at me. " She may have done that because she was suffering from partial amnesia and was not in her normal mental condition,

“Rose Mary? Is that really you? Oh my God, I really didn't expect that I would finally see you here. Come, and welcome to your palace which will one day be yours. We have been holding back what we feel for so long and trying to hold back the longing because you haven't come here for several years. Until finally our son said that you had a small accident that made you disappear for a while. However, you know, your future husband is really a very, very good man, even though he can't wait for you and can't know where you are, but the thing that is really very pleasant is that the future husband is really very loyal to thousands of women. The one who came here to eat with the kings who were thei