The Night Of The Amnesiac Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But I know this, if we’re together, it’s not because I owe you for saving me from paperwork.” “And if you ever say ‘you should be grateful’ like that again,” she adds, voice calm but unyielding, “we’re going to have a bigger problem than memory loss.” Aiden exhales, some of the tension draining from his frame. “I hear you,” Aiden said.. I studied him one more time, searching for that flicker again. It’s gone. But the echo of it lingers. And for the first time since waking up, I wasn’t just confused.

I stood at the door and trembled all over while clutching the hem of my nanny uniform. Ambrose had called me earlier on to deliver some documents for him at this banquet. The driver responsible for the accident, Maryanne Brown, sat right beside him, ordering me to pour drinks and serve food, mocking me as much as she could. I endured it all in silence and even secretly texted some of the guests so that they could cover for me. If I hadn't forgotten my phone and come back for it, I probably would have never found out that Ambrose's "amnesia" was nothing but a lie.

He was thinking that Alejandro was correct after all; he was lonely and needed to concentrate on the young woman. But deep inside, it was more than that. If he really wanted to permanently forget about his ex-wife’s betrayal through a woman, he would surely go to a bar, pull some almost naked woman and fuck her inside the comfort room of the establishment. After all, he didn’t need to approach them since he was the one being approached by women. Alejandro told him that he was the exact replica of his brother, Nexus Almeradez. Too serious, had an expensive smile and had intimidating looks.

I slammed him against the wall after grabbing him by the collar. "What the f*ck is wrong with my wife? ” I can't speak if you don't let me go, sir. I gave him a shove to get away. “Talk.” He adjusts his collar while massaging the back of his neck. “Mr. Pendleton. It appears that Amber has selective amnesia." "Because she slipped?” "Yes, we think the fall caused some swelling in her brain, which is why she has amnesia," the doctor replied. "Does the fact that you mentioned selective suggest she will soon regain her memories?”

A small comfort in this strange new world. I looked back at the flower bed, a fresh wave of confusion washing over me. Had they been mourning me? A vivid memory flashed: me hanging from the ceiling, people desperately trying to save me. "Curtis! I hate you! I want Faolan!" I screamed in the memory, my voice filled with rage as I struck him.

“What about the year?” Nothing. “Do you remember anything?” The silence was answer enough. The doctor entered, his expression grave. The nurse leaned toward him, whispering, “She doesn’t remember. Not even her name.” The doctor sighed. “Amnesia. It’s not uncommon after trauma like this.” He looked down at Selena, his voice careful. “Don’t force it. Memories sometimes return slowly. For now… you’re safe. That’s what matters.” But the word “safe” meant nothing to her. She didn’t know who she was, or why she was here. She didn’t know the man who haunted her dreams, a shadow with steel-gray eyes and a voice begging her to stay alive.

" He thought I still didn't know his amnesia was an act. He assumed that after seven days, he could use his 'illness' as an excuse, apologize to me, and everything would return to normal. But this hands-off boss had no idea that the company's most critical project had only seven days left before its deadline. The amount involved was enormous. If it wasn't delivered on time—or if something went wrong—he would have to pay a massive penalty. In the past, for the sake of the company's stability and his future, I would have chosen to endure it all in silence. But I was already exhausted. I wanted neither the company nor him anymore. Anthony subconsciously reached out to grab my hand, then remembe

Catherine Davison was curious about what he knew. "I knew it. I have seen it in many dramas. You got that" He pointed his fingers at her. "I got what?" Catherine Davison raised her eyebrows. "You got amnesia" Catherine Davison scoffed at his nonsense. "Psycho" she shook her head. Devin Miles gasped at his friend's comment. He got scared what if his friend really got an amnesia? Devin Miles inhaled and screamed at the top of his lungs, "DOCTOR MY FRIEND GOT AN AMNESIA"

It seemed his suspicions were not unfounded. Dr. Sandman went on, "It was a poison called Amni Poison. While it's not lethal, it disrupts the memory nerves of the victim, causing them to forget the people and events they care about the most. Moreover, if the victim forcefully tries to recall those forgotten memories, it leads to intense heartache. It's like a barrier in their memory; breaking through it only causes unbearable pain."

It was a regular thing for her to see something mysterious on the right preceding her birthday. It's been happening since she was six. Doctor Alan, their family doctor who specialized in mental health had advised her parents countless times to remove the part of Juan's memory-the part that remembered traumatic experiences because when Juana was six, seven, eight, nine, she repeatedly screamed out of her sleep and fell sick afterwards for at least three days. The screams stopped when she turned ten and was replaced by mood swings. When her mother was lulling her to sleep that night, she read the expression on her face and interpreted it right-Fear