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

And now I was standing at the altar alone while my new husband descended the stairs without me, and the only thing keeping me from saying something extremely inappropriate in a house of God was the knowledge that the media had not been invited to the church portion of today’s events. Small mercies. Ian Lawson had just given me approximately hundred new reasons to hate him. I picked up my skirt. I walked down the stairs after him. And I promised myself, with the quiet certainty of someone who had been never been underestimated their entire life and had learned exactly what to do with that — that every single one of those hundred reasons would be addressed. In time. On my terms. He had no idea

I looked at him, at the ash still streaked across his knuckles, at the raw, desperate need in his face for something true to hold onto, and I felt the words rise up in my throat the way they had a dozen times before, every time pushed back down, every time swallowed whole because I was too much of a coward to let them out. “Because my Felix,” I said finally, quiet, broken, “the one before he lost his memory, he wanted to forget what really happened that year. He told me himself. Begged me, actually, near the end, to let him forget it if he ever got the chance, because it was destroying him piece by piece and he couldn’t find a way to live inside it anymore.” I swallowed hard, watching his fa

He seduced her playfully. Soon, Pablo’s mouth was exploring his wife’s intimacy, whose taste had always been a delight to him; however, they had been distant for so long that he had forgotten how much he loved kissing, licking, and sucking her there. For her part, Jimena surrendered to the pleasure her husband offered her, forgetting all the negative feelings that had overwhelmed her during those days when he had treated her coldly. Although memories invaded her mind to warn her that the tears he caused her outnumbered the happy moments, she sought more than one justification not to tarnish that moment, and thus keep alive the hope that everything would change between them and they would be

"What divorce?" A cold dread settled in my stomach. I turned to find Dmitri watching from the doorway as he has entered quietly closing the door behind him, his expression confirming my suspicion. "Dmitri," I called softly. "A word?" In the hallway, I confronted him without punching punches. "My husband kissed me and called me and endearment so I am only going to ask once. He doesn't remember, does he?" Dmitri shook his head as he replied, "The doctor said there might be some memory loss from the concussion. Temporary, probably."

I stay really still, waiting for Nevio to finish "Her memory loss starts from the day she met you at Lombardi's party. Remember the one you didn't want to attend? That's where you met. Isn't it?" I walk inside and slam the door behind me, heading straight to the stairs and up to my room. I don't breathe until I'm locked inside. How could she forget everything? Why did she have to wake up? I want to see her and hug her and tell her how much I'm happy that she's awake. But I also want to tell her how much I hate her for lying to me. I want to hurt her the way she hurt me. I can't do either of that because she doesn't fucking remember me or our life. Or the fact that we're married. Fuck! I don'

“ Man. That sucks. Badly. But it's not permanent, is it?” “Dr. Terrence says it's early to tell but that it may not be.” “Yeah. Look, I see witnesses with memory loss all the time. Sometimes, they just need a couple of days and all the memories return.” “I hope so, James. Because how on earth am I going to convince her we’re married? And that she loves me?” “Hey, Man…” “Already, she thinks I hate her. If all she remembers is from three years ago, it's not looking good for me, James.”

I retorted frowning Did she have memory loss then??? " No I don't " she pushed my hand away . " Then did you forget what he did? " I ask with all seriousness . There was a moment of silence between us. I heard her taking a deep breath . " No I don't …. You are forgetting that the person laying on the hospital bed is my husband , my love of life , father of my children and a big reason for my happiness , so no I don't " I could feel her voice shaking at the end .

If there's any name that ought to be on Cyril's lips, it should be mine and no one else because I'm his wife. “I hate to break this to you, but the truth is, your husband suffered severe brain damage that led to a temporary memory loss. Currently, the only person he remembers is Rene.” He explained without mincing words. Rene always has a way of torturing me, even in her absence. A while ago, I wanted her to keep an eye on Cyril while I went on vacation. I had no idea that it was going to happen so fast. “Are you saying he won't recognize me?” I asked.

Ally asks the man without answering his question. “Hmmm.” The man sounds. A frown forms on his forehead as he watches her closely. “I was told that you lost some of your memory. No, I am not a doctor. I am your husband though.” He says, trying to smile at her but his mouth pulls into a thin sad line. Ally immediately feels terrible for making this attractive man with his deep soothing voice, look so sad. She tries to remember anything that would remind her of a life with him. She does not remember him at all. Frustration starts to tighten her chest. How horrible is it not to be betrayed by your own mind.

But on his deathbed, his grandfather had told him he wasn't allowed to fail me, and so he'd honored it, and married me. He'd known I was rarely at the Ashford house, that I probably didn't even know about him and Seraphina, but it hadn't stopped him from resenting the marriage. And yet in those years, living under the same roof, he'd learned things about me. Even without meaning to. That I got treated badly at my jobs. That I'd baked bread once and hidden it on the top shelf because I didn't want to share any with him. That, furious at him, I'd deliberately over-watered my favorite orchid until it died.