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

Earlier, he was looking at me with full of sympathy, but now that he heard me saying the truth -- that he's really my husband and we had a lot of plans before -- he changed immediately. "No, you've got to be kidding me!" I looked at my mom again, who's now hiding her smile, even though it's very obvious. "What happened, mom, auntie or whatever-name-you-want-me-to-call-you, what the hell happened? Why can't he remember me?!" I didn't expect that a lot of securities would come to me as if I was a patient making a chaos. I fought with all my best, but it was so hard for me to have a talk with the securities to explain my side since they seemed my

“Memory loss does not necessarily take away one’s sense of family. The same familiarity I felt with my mother, my brother and Helina… I felt it with her too.” “I see,” he said coolly. Then he leaned forward slightly. “So do you remember you and I are engaged?” I don’t. And I don’t think I want to. “I remember most of my happy moments,” I replied. His expression darkened. “What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, his voice deepening. “I remember my fun moments with Hailey,” I said evenly. “But I remember nothing about Mark Smith, the man I was married to before. And I understand he made me sad.”

"He used to tell me that seeing me without clothes made him sick." The memory still hurts. "He said my body disgusted him." I laughed weakly, though there wasn't a trace of humor in it. "Sometimes he'd look at me with so much contempt that I'd run into the bathroom and cry before he could see me” I swallowed hard. "The last several months of our marriage..." My fingers tightened around the blanket resting across my lap. "He never touched me.” The room grew impossibly quiet.

"Just give me two more weeks. I'll find a way to restore his memory, I swear." I sighed again. "Louis." He was practically begging now. "What guy out there is as devoted and loaded as my brother? It's just two weeks. Can you really stand to watch him get his memories back and realize what he lost? Can you imagine the look on his face?" Devastated and full of regret. The Victor I knew, dominant, unyielding—would he really make that kind of face? The thought of him in that kind of pain made something twist in my chest.

He would break me completely after his short stint as my husband again. "I don't believe it. I have seen his hatred for me that day at the hospital. Though he had learnt to hide it well these days", I said. "I forgot about that Mer. Sorry", she said. "I can't forget that day. It was like it happened only yesterday", I admitted. "You guys have come a long way since that day. It is time to forget that Mer", she said. "I can't forget it not in this life. I'm sure he will say the same", I told her.

For a long moment, I remained frozen in Damian's hold, Ethan’s words echoing on an agonizing loop in my mind. ‘Boring.’ ‘She doesn't evoke a single feeling in me.’ ‘Don't buy her sketches on my account.’ How had I been so blind? How had I spent three years married to a man who secretly held so much contempt for me? He was a complete stranger compared to the boy who had comforted me online five years ago when my parents divorced—the boy who had listened when my mother fell into deep depression and ended up in the hospital. That boy was gone. In his place stood a cruel, callous man.

I ask confused " Relax Luna. Your husband is suffering from multiple personality disorder, and partial amnesia" He informs calming my anger. " What do you mean?" I ask nonplussed " Your husband has lust touch with reality. For the text couple of days he will keep switching from one personality to another. Today he might be a kid, tomorrow an animal and the day after that his old self" He informs as my heart sinks to my stomach. " My husband isn't going to get better, is he? " I ask, searching his eyes for answers.

"That's not possible. The last thing a man will feel about you, husband or no husband is hatred. What did the doctor say?" " He says I need to spend some time with him to make him remember me" with the way she spoke, it was obvious she was tired of everything and just needed a break. But she couldn't take a break when her husband didn't remember her Peter patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. He will surely remember you" "And what if he doesn't ?" "Then he is an asshole for not remembering such an amazing woman in his life" "Thank you, Peter,"

However, with a sharp flick of his wrist, he poured the wine onto the floor. Confused, I asked him what he was doing. He just looked at me. The affection that used to fill his eyes when he gazed at me was gone. In its place was nothing but coldness. He said that after all these years, he could finally stop pretending. He said that the anniversary I looked forward to every year was, in fact, the day Evelyn had left him. He said he hated me for causing her death, so he was determined to make me experience the same agony—the agony of losing a loved one forever.

I said, trying to divert the conversation. "Yes, my daughter, but something happened. My wife has left the house since yesterday, and we've been searching for her. She has a sickness that causes her to lose her memory every few minutes. We've been looking for her, but we haven't found her yet," he explained. I nodded my head as if I understood what he meant, even though I didn't understand a dime. "What about 'What are you doing here?'" the man asked again. I thought he had forgotten, but it seemed that his memory was sharper than I had anticipated.