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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.

"I'll get you some fruits." Olivia sighed contentedly as she watched Ethan walk away. Then, she went on a random social media platform to make a post. "Guys, can you believe it? I woke up and lost my memories. I thought I was doomed but found out I was already married. "Now, I have a handsome, considerate, and well-built husband. He makes a lot of money at work and still cooks supper for me at night." Her post soon got replies, and it quickly garnered a lot of attention.

He is about to leave when she starts telling him what has happened to her for the past 48 hours. "M-My husband regained some of his memories." Tatay June was about to stand but stopped momentarily and looked at her, urging her to continue. "Two days ago, he picked me up at my apartment. Telling me that we are having dinner. I didn't know that it was at his parents' house. And you know, as if we are in a novel, everything explodes like a bomb.” A fresh batch of tears is now falling. "He is angry. I understand." A sob escaped. "I understand the anger. But what I don't understand is, why is this happening to us?" She couldn't stop crying.

"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

“Like the Ayah Russell I used to know.” I frowned. “Isaac, when did I ever change?” I said. “I’m still your friend. Are you seriously telling me I’ve lost the last ten years of my life?” I leaned back against the pillow, still trying to process everything. “I wonder why I only forgot my married life,” I muttered. “Why did I only forget my husband?” The question lingered in my mind. “Was I that unhappy… that my mind erased all those memories?” Isaac didn’t answer.

she asked as she turned her head to face her husband. “Many, many things. From the most embarrassing to the proudest moments she has with you.” Mr. Aiden said with a smile. He can see in his peripheral vision of how his wife’s face paled when he told her that the most embarrassing times of her life— that she no longer remembers— was told to her husband by her mother. And he also saw how her lips turned into a smile when he mentioned the proud moments that she barely remembers now. “She really likes telling you stories about me, huh?” Mrs. Zephnir said to her husband and as an affectionate notion, she took a hand of her husband and held it tightly and then gave it a kiss.

Her anger sharpened now—not only at the secrets, but at the damage she had just watched happen in real time. Because for all Sebestian’s flaws— he had not deserved that. Nobody did. Lena grabbed her coat immediately. Jonathan looked up. “Where are you going?” She headed toward the door without slowing. “To find my husband.” The words escaped before she could stop them. The room noticed. So did she. For one small second, Lena froze with her hand on the door. Ex-husband, her mind corrected automatically. But strangely— that wasn’t the word that had come naturally anymore. And that realization followed her all the way into the night.

Adrian said. "Depends." "The man from the café yesterday." He said it casually. Conversationally. The tone of someone raising something they've been thinking about but don't want to appear to have been thinking about. "Your ex-husband." There it was. "What about him?" I said. "Is he still in Paris?" "As far as I know." A pause. We turned a corner. "How does that feel? Having him here." I considered the question honestly. "Strange," I said. "He's — different from how I remembered him."

“I barely recognise you! Your glasses… if it weren’t for those chubby cheeks, I wouldn’t have known it was you.” “Huh. I know you fell, but did you hit your head that hard?” Martha asked, slightly agitated.. “There is so much I have to tell you, Martha. Please, come inside,” June said, leading her to the living room. She placed a pillow on her lap and raised her gaze slowly to meet Martha’s. “I think I have to start by telling you about the memory loss.” Martha leaned in, startled. “Memory loss?” “Yes, Martha. I remember only as far back as our senior year in high school,” she confessed, taking a deep breath. “I don’t remember my husband or ever being married. This house… everything is so ne

With everything in place the next morning, I went live. I talked about how I paid off Hank’s debts, how we built RH’s Table together, our marriage, and his tragic passing on our wedding anniversary. By the end, I was inconsolable, my face pale. The public was touched by our love story. [It has been ten years since my first love got sick and passed away. I’m still not over it. It hurts when I think about it. I understand how she feels.]