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

Rhea's Pov Should I tell her? Should I not? Currently, I need all the help I can get. “If you don't want to say…” “No. It's fine. It's not going to be hidden for long anyways. Actually, we had an accident and we were all taken to the hospital. Neveah, Laziel and I are fine, same with my husband, Alaric. However, he lost his memories, he can't remember anything about me, or the children. I don't know the extent of his memory loss but I know that it's pretty bad.” I explained, pinching myself to keep the tears from spilling again.

“What about my husband? Why isn't he here?” “He will be joining us soon, take it easy on yourself. I know you have a lot of questions but you don't have to rush it, we are glad you are awake now. Your husband has been worried, he hasn't been himself since the accident, you are very lucky to have him.” “Will I ever regain my memories? How long will it take?” “Miss , you really don't have to rush it. Why not just build another memory with your family.” Why won't he tell me anything about myself, how is my husband that he wouldn't stop mentioning and why am I not having my wedding ring on.

I looked at him, at the ash still streaked across his knuckles, at the raw, desperate need in his face for something true to hold onto, and I felt the words rise up in my throat the way they had a dozen times before, every time pushed back down, every time swallowed whole because I was too much of a coward to let them out. “Because my Felix,” I said finally, quiet, broken, “the one before he lost his memory, he wanted to forget what really happened that year. He told me himself. Begged me, actually, near the end, to let him forget it if he ever got the chance, because it was destroying him piece by piece and he couldn’t find a way to live inside it anymore.” I swallowed hard, watching his fa

It took Pablo a few seconds to process her bold move, but he reciprocated, though his response was listless, as if it were an obligation. He closed his eyes and couldn't help but remember the last time he’d been with his wife. The way they kissed with longing and tenderness, how special it had been to make love with that connection he had never experienced with anyone else. The playful times with the baby, and their silly arguments about who loved whom more. But just as the sweet memories washed over him, so did the painful ones. One, in particular, felt like a dagger twisting in his heart: Jimena’s heartbroken face, her eyes fixed on his phone, as she read and reread the message that ultima

“My husband and I had sex, and I can’t even remember it. And you call that HELP?” He glanced at me. His jaw clenched. “We’re married, Evelyn,” he said. “Husband and wife. Sex isn’t a crime. I kept you waiting for years, and now I’ve finally done what I should’ve done long ago.” I stared at him in disbelief. His words stabbed at me like shards of glass. “Should I be grateful?” I typed furiously. “Happy that my flirty, lying husband finally decided to sleep with me, without my memory or consent?”

“You need to be very careful while dealing with him,” the psychiatrist told us. “How?” I asked in a quiet tone. Yesterday, I discovered that my husband didn’t remember anything about us. He had forgotten everything we had been through, and based on what the doctor said, there was a chance he might not remember me at all. Since I had always found it difficult to focus on the bright side, all that I could think about last night as I lay down in our bed all alone was whether I could make him fall in love with me again if he failed to remember me.

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.

She didn't leave this morning,she stayed. "Doctor, what happened to him?" She asked in a worried tone. The doctor glanced at Yulia first then at Delilah before exhaling heavily. "Mrs Blackwood. Right now his condition is critical, really critical. Franklin can't recall, whatever happened in the past seven years,he only recalled the moment what had happened before the seven years. He doesn't even recall divorcing his first wife." "Doctor, I'm his wife. He can't go back to living in the past!"Yulia snapped, her face pale.

I questioned and he leaned closer as he signaled for me to come closer. “Why don't you find someone else? Another woman that'll keep you company and make you forget about your wife.” He suggested and I chuckled as I stared at him blankly. “You don't understand, Doc. I love my wife with all my heart. I need to lose my memory so that I can forget all the bad things that happened. I don't want to look at her and remember the things she did. I don't want to look at her and feel regret or hurt.”

I used to think our marriage of eight years would last forever as long as I continued to contribute in silence, giving him all my patience and understanding. In order to keep our marriage afloat, and to show Jonas my irreplaceable love for him, I tolerated everything. However, I was wrong. In return for my sacrifice and understanding, he took me for granted and hurt me with abandon. Back then, he would tell me in advance whenever he had to kiss someone on-screen. Now, all he said coldly was, “Don’t make a fuss.” I remained on the spot and scrolled through my phone. All I saw were articles of their relationship announcement.