Novel & Cerita My Husband Who Hates Me Lost His Memories Reddit

"Ah. So you do remember me. That's good. I would hate to tell your daddy you were having worse memory problems. By the way, is that the way to greet your husband? You know, with this attitude you'll make me think that you're not happy to see me." "Happy?" I snorted. Though I told myself not to let his unconcerned and mocking attitude get under my skin, I could not stop myself from adding, "Of course, I'm not happy. How could I be when I see the man who is supposed to be my husband clearly doesn't even like me? I'm like a chore or a burden to you, am I not?" Lowering himself into a chair, he laughed. "I told you before, if you had your memories back, you would know why I can't stand breathing

my answer. I could see the shock on his face. "How come? Hailey you still have amnesia and you can't remember anything now and you're still not sure that Killian is really your husband." My husband laughed heartily. "What do you think of me, a liar? Even if I don't say that she is my wife she has no problem with ut because Hailey herself has seen the proof. Don't force the one who doesn't want to go with you. My wife has already decided,"

I retorted frowning Did she have memory loss then??? " No I don't " she pushed my hand away . " Then did you forget what he did? " I ask with all seriousness . There was a moment of silence between us. I heard her taking a deep breath . " No I don't …. You are forgetting that the person laying on the hospital bed is my husband , my love of life , father of my children and a big reason for my happiness , so no I don't " I could feel her voice shaking at the end .

I mean, he'd barely say bye or good morning to me but now he was sharing his whole life story with me; A life story that I never ever thought about. "I know you'd be surprised after hearing this but I got this disorder too by my dearest wife. She made me go crazy; she made me feel angry: she made me feel lonely, and lastly she gave me traumatic experiences that I couldn't even fucking remember." he groaned, gritting his teeth. Why did his wife hate him so much? Every girl in this world would want him to be their life partner then why did that girl who got all of his love, rejected him? my mind raced with so many thoughts as I still couldn't believe it.

And now I was standing at the altar alone while my new husband descended the stairs without me, and the only thing keeping me from saying something extremely inappropriate in a house of God was the knowledge that the media had not been invited to the church portion of today’s events. Small mercies. Ian Lawson had just given me approximately hundred new reasons to hate him. I picked up my skirt. I walked down the stairs after him. And I promised myself, with the quiet certainty of someone who had been never been underestimated their entire life and had learned exactly what to do with that — that every single one of those hundred reasons would be addressed. In time. On my terms. He had no idea

My parents hate me, my husband loathe me. I wish you were here Charlotte, I wish you were here to take care of Abram. He has changed, I have changed him, he is burning in his hatred for me. I know he is not at peace. He is hurting his soul to hurt me. And I couldn't save him, because I am the sole reason he is ruined. "Pigeon--" My heart skipped a beat, as he gently called me by the name he gave me. A fearful dread setteled inside me, after yesterday I am scared, scared of the man I love.

He stood by my bed and watched me for a long time, then did the one thing he had always hated most when I did it to him—he went through my phone. The post I had made online days earlier appeared before his eyes. "Help! What should I do when my memories are back, but my feelings aren't? Heck, I can't even relate to the past me! "Right now, I feel super nervous and awkward whenever I'm in the same room as my husband and son! What should I do? Please help me!" The comment section was filled with enthusiastic comments. "An amnesia plot straight out of a novel! Quick! Tell us more details!"

“She was… a friend.” He leans back, slow and tense, like he’s trying to find space to think. The silence between us grows heavier, uncomfortable. For a moment, I think about asking if he wants to step out and get some air, but I don’t. I just sit there quietly, watching him, waiting. “Her husband was abusive,” he continues. “Emotionally. Physically.” He swallows hard. “Se-sexually.” My chest tightens. Holy shit. I want to reach for him, to say something, anything but when he glances up, the look in his eyes roots me in place. It’s raw and haunted.

The dress had cost me a month's salary, but next to Emma's elegant outfit, it might as well have been a potato sack. "I... I'm sorry," I whispered, fighting back tears. "Just go," he snapped, not even looking at me. "Emma and I will order first. Try to come back looking presentable." That was the first crack in my perfect marriage. "Sir," a young officer approached with case records. "I've checked the reports - no missing persons filed in the last few days." "A missing wife and the family didn't even notice?" another officer wondered aloud. "What kind of relationship did they have?"

If there's any name that ought to be on Cyril's lips, it should be mine and no one else because I'm his wife. “I hate to break this to you, but the truth is, your husband suffered severe brain damage that led to a temporary memory loss. Currently, the only person he remembers is Rene.” He explained without mincing words. Rene always has a way of torturing me, even in her absence. A while ago, I wanted her to keep an eye on Cyril while I went on vacation. I had no idea that it was going to happen so fast. “Are you saying he won't recognize me?” I asked.