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

A kiss mark, dark and unmistakable, still fresh. Something flickered behind Lucas's eyes. Without a word, he lifted a hand and ran his fingers over the mark. A sting flared along my neck. I smacked his hand away. "Christ, Lucas, it's barely seven in the morning. What's your problem?" "Out all night. And then you walk in here wearing that." "Ivy. As your husband, I think I'm entitled to an explanation." I looked at him like I'd heard a joke. "Husband? Are you serious right now, Lucas?"

"You agreed to sign the form earlier. Now you’re backing out. Don’t you think you’re being overly emotional?" I could not even bother responding to his detached attitude. Right now, the only thing that mattered was transferring Mia to another hospital for a new diagnosis and treatment. The Liam standing before me was no longer the man who used to play barefoot in our tiny rental apartment, splashing water on the floor with Mia. I pushed the office door open and headed toward the ICU, dialing a familiar number on my phone. I had not spoken to my family in seven years, ever since I married Liam. They had strongly opposed our marriage, and I walked away from my family’s fortune to start fresh w

She said with a hope that she will recover faster due to presence of her loving husband. But hope was shattered soon by Naomi.. "Maam i dont have a family, and i dont have a husband either... They died long back" Naomi said without any emotions.. Nicholas with instinct try to grab her hand but she removed her hand.. "What do you mean Naomi.. He show us your pictures....." "I think she have a memory issue due to surgery.. Let me loo-" "No maam, I remember everything.. Even the details of how I ended up like this.. I never had a husband and I am sure of it. Can you now please ask this people to leave I need to sleep" Naomi said closing her eyes...

“Make love to me, Roman.” I just stared at her, unsure of what to say. The thought of having sex with her had never really excited me, and that realization made the guilt even worse. Worst husband of the year? That title belonged to me. How did I even get here? Was it the accident? The memory loss? Did something inside me change? Had my feelings for her… my desires for her… disappeared along with the memories I lost? The whole thought made me angry. What was even wrong with me?

I chucked it away from me. "It's my report." Mini said, holding it. I thinned my lips, "Are you here to blackmail me? Go ahead." "No, Evie." She tried to hold my hand. I pushed myself away from her. I stared at her, "I don't care about anything. After three months he'll know the truth. You can tell him now. I have nothing to lose." Her eyes turned glassy, " Evie! You don't understand." "I understand everything. My husband lost his memory. His. Family kept me away from him. He was sleeping with beautiful models and actresses. It's good news for. His wife. Right?" I said sarcastically.

“I…there’s something wrong with my memory. I forgot things. I don’t remember the wedding… or even the last few years.” Silence wraps around the atmosphere as I wait for her response. She exhales slowly, “I'm sorry babe. But if that's the case why is your husband here and not there?” “Maybe he hates me.” I bite my lip. Admitting the truth that has been hovering over me. I feel the threat of tears behind my eyes, but I blink them away. “That’s not possible. You've been dating for a long time and have been inseparable. When you were shot some years back, Noah told me he never left your side. Not even when his best friend was fighting for his life.”

“W-What does that mean, doctor?” “We’ve been running tests on him since he regained consciousness two weeks ago, and… I’m sorry to say this, but your husband is suffering from amnesia, with no recollection of the last three to four years.” A lump rises in my throat as I stammer. “H-he doesn’t remember anything about…me? About us?” The doctor’s gaze softens. “I’m afraid so. As far as your husband is concerned, you are… a stranger.” My heart thuds painfully as a wave of panic crashes over me.

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

“Maybe.” Hope flashed in his eyes. Then I finished, “But not for me.” His lips parted. I looked at him calmly. “I have a husband now. His name is Elliot Graves. He loves me, and I love him.” Elliot came to my side then. He did not gloat. He did not touch Mark. He only stood beside me, steady and unafraid. Mark stared at him. Then his gaze fell to the ring Elliot had just placed on my hand. Something in his expression finally gave way.