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

The female protagonist had amnesia, and the handsome male lead, claiming to be her husband, was doing everything to rekindle her love for him. Atticus smiled wistfully. The woman in the movie was lucky—her husband was not only handsome but also willing to fight for their love. But it was sad because such things only happened in movies. In real life, if you lost your memory, your spouse would likely leave and find someone else. That’s real life. Because reality sucks. Big time. Annoyed, she turned off the TV and hugged a throw pillow, pouting. “Why did you turn it off?” came a voice from behind her.

“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.

“Not exactly. It’s… more severe. You may not recognize people close to you, and your brain might act on instincts or memories you no longer remember consciously.” I laughed. It sounded hollow even to me. “Great. My brain’s going to betray me like a bad ex-boyfriend. I love it.” “Do you have a family?” he asked. My stomach twisted. “Family? You mean Damian?” I almost spat the word. “Yeah. The man I married because I thought love was a thing that existed. He’s… supportive in his own way.” “Uh-huh.” He didn’t ask what that meant. Smart man.

“ 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.”

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?”

The answer came immediately. “I loved you from the moment I met you.” “Then why?” He looked down. “Because I was afraid.” “Afraid of what?” “That they would kill you.” I shook my head. “You keep saying that.” “Because it’s the truth.” “You watched me suffer!” “I know.” “You watched me sit in that wheelchair!” “I know.” “You refused to give me money for my medication!” His eyes closed. “I know.” “Do you know how many nights I cried because I thought my own husband hated me?”

Your husband does everything but love you," he said and I nodded in agreement. “Of course. I'm very aware what kind of husband wishes for the wife not to remember anything. Why would he wish such downpour on me? It is terrible, honestly. And I feel really terrible watching him act like he loved me. How long am I going to have to keep this up?” I asked, feeling fed up already. I worried about my future. “For as long as possible,” he said, trying to convince me to keep going but I didn’t know how long I would last.

Instead, he simply looked at me and said, "This show that you and Irene had put on truly is fascinating. Do you think you can make me take pity on you by going to the hospital and presenting a fake medical record to me? "The police are searching for Nat now. You better pray she's okay. Otherwise, I will never forgive you." Suddenly, I laughed. At the same time, an inexpressible sense of sorrow surged in my heart. I became so panicked that I fell down the stairs and miscarried when I learned that Natalie had been kidnapped. Yet, my husband deemed me as a jealous spouse who would only hide his phone away. Nonetheless, it turned out that there were times when he lost his composure and went on a

“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.”

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.