My Husband Who Hates Me Lost His Memories Reddit นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My eyes flickered open, a tear tracking down my face as the doctor stared at me with this glint of sympathy in his eyes. The doctor sighed, leaning forward. “Ms. Elodie, I know that this situation is difficult for you but you don’t have to worry too much. Your husband’s memory loss is temporary. Since he encountered that traumatic attack when he was saving you, you must have been on his mind before he lost consciousness and that is why he doesn’t remember you” “He doesn’t even remember the triplets” I made a tiny sniffle, my mind drifting back to when Mae asked him about the triplets while my heart shattered into pieces when he asked to know who they were.

“Wendy, as long as you cooperate with treatment, I’ll do whatever you want. Please, I just want a chance to make it up to you.” When Matthew learned that I had refused treatment, he knelt in front of me and kept slapping himself as a sign that he was regretting his mistakes. I just found this scene hilarious. “You’ll do whatever I want?” “Yes. Whatever it is, as long as you receive treatment. Henry is already gone, and I really don’t want to lose you as well.” Matthew held my hand as if he saw hope. “Alright. Then, go and die,” I said calmly. As I looked at Matthew, I no longer had any of the love I had for him in my eyes, only hate. I hated him for lying to me and Henry for eighteen years a

" 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.

to me. How ridiculous... Here was my husband, who for an entire month failed to come and visit me even though I was in a coma and unable to leave the bed. And the reason he did present was because of the divorce? Wouldn’t he at least wait for me to get out of the hospital before he mentioned that fucking divorce AGAIN? I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. After hearing his words, I held his gaze and firmly responded, “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re referring to. I lost my memories.”

Dad said gratefully. And then, my hands pressed together, realizing that they knew nothing about the loss of my memory. And it was wrong to keep that from them. "Dad," I cut in, trying not to hide another truth from them. It was enough that they came to find out about the news of my accident in this manner and this late. And now that they're here, it would be pointless to keep hiding the truth from them. Having my memory lost was bad enough, the fact that it was affecting the people around me was worse. One that was slowly tearing my marriage apart.

"Remember the time I slipped up hic that I have a secret hobby of being a hardcore follower hic of a certain actor?" "Hmmm" she keeps nodding and smiling. She's damn too cute. "And I immediately said, 'hic' but I like you too 'hic' right?" "Hehehe I remember that and I also said I like you too" "Ahhh hehehe, you know hic it's actually Dohyung hic hmmm" I forgot I am talking to his wife. "Dohyung Kang?" I can't see her expression cause my vision went blurry. "Hehehe hmm hmm" I mindlessly nodded.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

“I loved you when I was too proud to admit it. I loved you when I pushed you away. I loved you when you walked out. I never stopped.” Her tears began slipping down silently. “You were never a convenience to me,” he continued. “You were my wife. The mother of my child. The only woman who ever challenged me, who ever saw through my arrogance.” He gave a faint, pained smile. “You think I don’t remember the way you used to wait for me to come home? Or the way you’d fall asleep on the couch because you didn’t want to eat dinner alone?” Her lips trembled harder now. “I remember everything,” he said. “And I ruined it.”

“Look, Rach, Darius is your husband now; he deserves to know how much of a threat Andrew is being. He must handle his nephew before we take serious action. “But you know that can’t be possible, not after we get the stolen shares. Dad had specifically warned me, and you know I had let him down once by marrying Andrew; I don’t want to do that again…. I owe him this much, I reason. “You’re right, but I can’t help but want—“ She is cut off by her phone ringing. I walked to the bathroom, deciding to freshen up. As I turned on the shower, the warm water cascading on my body, my lips quivered as I broke into sobs. I miss Andrew so much that it hurts. I miss the man he used to be, the one I fell in

“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.