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

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.

" The memories of their time together twisted in his mind, tainted by the revelation of her duplicity. Every moment they shared now felt like a cruel joke, a facade hiding the truth of her deceit. "You left me because of money, na? Now you'll be penniless," Axel snarled, his voice dripping with venomous rage. "You and your so-called husband will beg on your knees, and I will enjoy the show." ------ Emily POv : I began strolling, grasping the chilly espresso, limping I was moving to top.

The old man told me that I was surprised and I just frowned. "Couple fight?" I smiled and gently removed his hand that was holding my arm. "Do you think that what he is doing to her is just a marital quarrel? Didn't they tell you that he lost his memories and he doesn't remember her? So how did he bring food for his wife into a marital quarrel? ?" I'm attached. He was silent and they bowed their heads. "If you're afraid of getting involved in their fight, I'm not!" after I said that, I turned my back on them and hurriedly went up the stairs to their couple's room.

I asked in disbelief, and he looked at me confused. “I get that you lost your memories, but that doesn't mean you'll forget who I am and all the plans we made together." I looked up, and he "Ivan, I don't know what you're talking about. Why would I ever want to kill my husband? I love him and him alone." Ivan came closer to me, his words seething with rage: "No, Debra, you love me, and you belong to me and me only; do you understand that?"

If someone told me a year ago that I'd be living the life that I am now, I would have laughed in their faces. Had they said to me that I would fall out of my mind in love with a man, who would lose his memory a couple of months into our blissfully happy marriage, and forget I ever existed, I would have told them to have their head checked. Alas, that is my reality. I have to get my husband—who was already crazy about me— to fall back in love with me all over again, or at least make him remember that he did love me not too long ago.

Darsh queried, looking intently ahead. It obviously wasn't the same because I wanted to love my husband. Without my memories, I felt void, and Darsh felt like a whole stranger to me. I wanted to regain my memories to know how happy I was with Darsh. How delighted I felt when Darsh and I decided to get married. I was curious to find out if I pursued Darsh or if he won my heart. But I couldn't say it shamelessly to him. Hence I jokingly uttered, "It's necessary to regain my memories. Who knows, I might want to leave you because you were a bad husband in the past."

"It's not that simple, Harper. My frustration boils over as I jab my finger into Josh's chest. "I can't keep going around in circles with you. We were engaged to be married, and then suddenly I had an accident. I lost my memory—of everything, but somehow only of you, Josh. Just you." I search his eyes, desperate for answers. "What the hell happened that I can't remember a damn thing about you? Did you hurt me so badly that you're the reason I lost my memory? Is that it? Tell me, because I'm sick and tired of feeling like this." My voice wavers, my emotions spilling out as I continue. "This isn't fair, Josh. It's tearing me apart. My mental health can't take this anymore.”

"I'm sorry; I lost a lot of my memories two years ago due to an injury. I don't remember many people or events." Anthony stared at her, half believing and half skeptical. "You lost your memories again?" Mable had heard from Tracey that she had experienced amnesia a few years ago when she first met Blair. The man's use of ‘again’ suggested he knew about this. "That’s a pity." Anthony smiled again. Mable finally asked, "How should I address you?" "You don't remember me?" Anthony squinted at her, and a wicked smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I'm your husband."