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

“He’s been thinking about it for weeks.” “You don’t know that.” “I know my husband.” Cassidy looked at her for a long moment. “What do you want to do?” Helena thought about the rosemary chicken. About learning to make it without lemon because he’d mentioned once, casually, the way he mentioned most things, that the lemon was too sharp. She thought about looking up when his key hit the door. About the pause before I’m happy. About two years of a marriage she had believed in it completely.

It has been three days—three days of me waking him up and him not remembering who I am. I tell him every day, and every day he forgets. It feels surreal to be here with everything that's happened. The joy of finally being back in the States, the rush of getting to him, and now this—a painful reminder of how much has changed and how much we've lost. A sharp, cold voice cuts through my thoughts, shattering the fragile moment. "What the fuck are you doing with my husband?"

Even he wasn’t sure what answer he was hoping for. "Of course, I remember you! No matter what I forget, I’d never forget my Atty!" The girl giggled, her voice light and sweet, her eyes full of Atlas. For some reason, her husband suddenly looked like an idiot. What was going on? She was the one who had been in an accident, so why did it seem like he had lost his mind? Before, her husband had always been… always been what? She suddenly realized she couldn't quite recall how he used to be when they were together. But she remembered him clearly as a child—her Atlas had always been very smart.

Impassively, and quite coldly, Marius responds, “I saw on the news, Mei also told me, that I’m married with two children.” “But, I won’t be coming back home with you. I’ll stay with Mei Zhou. I promise I’ll always be there for our children.” My heart shatters., tears falling from my eyes. This isn’t the Marius I was talking with a few days back. “Where’s my husband?” I mumble. Mei Zhou’s smirk widens. “Marius unfortunately has amnesia. I tried to make him remember about you, but when he saw on the news that you’re mentally ill, he no longer wanna come back to you and just wanna be with me instead. I hope you respect that.”

He paused and stared at me in surprise, "What the hell is wrong with you? You didn't beg me to stop the last time. You were the one who wanted it. I know it's been long, but we've done this so many times, and you always enjoy it. Why are you pushing me away now?" My eyes blinked incredulously. Was I the type of girl to do something so disgusting and shameful? "You are lying," I replied. "I may have lost my memories, Daniel but I know I would never cheat on my husband." He suddenly let go of my hands as his eyes widened in surprise, "You lost your memory?" He got off my body, and right at that moment, the door was pushed open.

The mother looks again at the photos of her son, especially the ones where he is smiling happily, and looks up to find that her husband is doing the same. "Well, I don't care what you say! My daughter-in-law is Adele and I will continue to fight for them to work things out! Because before he lost his memory, he was happy with his girlfriend, he had bought the ring and everything to get engaged. I don't want him to accuse us tomorrow, when he regains his memory, that we didn't fight hard enough to save the love of his life and be unhappy for the rest of it," she says, standing up and leaving.

“I don’t know! I just thought…I thought he would have a stupid reason like his dad forced him or something and it would be easy to get mad all over again.” “And it wasn’t?” I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. “He doesn’t remember, Mike. All our memories. All the moments. He doesn’t remember them. I don’t exist in his mind…in his world. Six months of his memories are gone. Including the month of us.” “Tell me you’re fucking joking.” “I’m not. I’m not and I can’t be mad at someone who doesn’t remember a single moment together. They didn’t even know he was married until they called.”

"Cut the act. How pathetic are you to use such lame tricks? You want me to collect her body? Let's save that for when she's really dead. I'll definitely be there then." After all those years of marriage to Calvin, where we respected each other, all I got was his cruel curse. My tears poured uncontrollably, vanishing into the air as soon as they fell. I finally gave up on him. I guess he never really loved me after all. How would he react when he found out I was already gone? My body vanished in the blink of an eye. They combed the entire hospital, but it was nowhere to be found. Margaret was devastated, and her condition worsened quickly. She tried several times to search for me, but the ho

The silence only intensified the unease that clung to the anticipation of his return. A wave of disappointment and hurt washed over me. Losing my memories was already a challenging ordeal, and I yearned for someone to support and guide me through this bewildering situation. Yet, my own husband's absence during those tough days deepened the sense of isolation. The news of his imminent return failed to spark much excitement within me. How could it? I couldn't summon enthusiasm for a person I couldn't remember, especially considering the profound void his absence had already left during my moments of vulnerability.

None of them had come close to this. My wife didn’t remember me, and worse, she remembered him. Or at least, she wanted him. The thought clawed at my chest. I had told myself I would be patient. That this was temporary. That memory loss was cruel but not permanent. That love, real love, would be stronger than this confusion. But patience had limits, and Eric Damon had crossed them. I stood abruptly and grabbed my jacket. I didn’t call ahead. Didn’t warn anyone. I didn’t even fully plan what I would say. I just knew one thing with absolute clarity.