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"You changed me, Adriana. You are not a monster, you are my wife and you have a beautiful heart. You are only saying this because you don't remember everything about you and I don't care if you don't remember but I want you to remember something, I love you." Ema stared at the good man for a second and had another flash. She sniffled and obeyed her instincts, Their lips locked.

“My condition is fine now, but lately… I suddenly realized that although I’ve forgotten a lot of things from the past, what I’ve forgotten most is the memories with my ex-wife. “I always thought I didn’t love her in the past. All I remember are the bad things about her. I hate her a lot, but recently, subsequent evidence has appeared, proving I might’ve cared about her in the past. However, I don’t know why I can’t remember that I cared about her and some other things relating to her.”

Because the wife still remembers the details of the memories of the two of them. "You don't know, honey. If I love you too much for you. No other woman can drive me crazy if it's not you. Your love that grows slowly for me, makes me unable to forget it. Our sons are proof of our love," said Amar to himself. "We'll do it again, honey. How we used to be there. Treat me your way. So that it becomes the best memory for me and you. For me while with you, my heart is so beautiful, "said Amar to his wife. Axelina's heart warmed to hear what her husband had just told her.

“Umm... I forgot. I an going to do it now.” She narrowed her eyes on me, her pupils were already blown away with all the drûgs they had given her but they weren’t enough to make her pain go away because it was there now reflecting in her anger as she hissed at me, “You forgot? How can you forget when you never forget to fuck me!!! This is your doing! You did it intentionally when you fucked me for hours and I didn't have any choice!” The doctors and nurses stopped in what they were doing and looked at me with suspicious expressions plastered on their faces. I focused on my drûgged up wife as I said, “Because you liked it too, right?”

I yelled frustrated. And walked off. "Dev..!" I heard Isha's voice and I turned to her irritated. "What do you want?" I barked. "You seem to be pissed off." She said keeping her hand on my shoulder. "Let me make myself very clear, Isha. You can never be my wife in literal meanings. Never. So don't try to after we get married." I said irritated. "Dev, I'll make sure you forget about her." She said. "It's impossible. Forgetting about her? I didn't forget her when she wasn't here for 2 years and now you think I will when she is before me." I said with a dry chuckle.

" What happened tomorrow, no one could know. Maybe I would wake up and forget all about it. I may forget that the love of my life cheated on me, forget that he took his mistress for a maternity checkup. I may forget their intimacy, forget that same bracelet Abril and I had. I may forget the pain of losing my babies, forget about... I may forget about my parents, forget about Vivian. I may even become so mad that I didn't realize I forgot about it. About what happened tomorrow, who knew?

Her teasing smirk is back within seconds as she dramatically dusts off imaginary lint from her shoulders. "Well, I am pretty awesome, after all," she muses, flipping her dark curls over her shoulder with exaggerated confidence. "You both are lucky to have me." A collective giggle sounds from all of us, the warmth of our friendship wrapping around me like a comforting hug. Just then, my phone buzzes against the table, the screen lighting up with a familiar contact name. A slow grin stretches across my lips. Hubby: "Did you know my wife completely forgets I exist the moment she’s with her friends? It’s like I’m nothing but a distant memory. She even turned down my lunch invitation—cold, heartl

Was my effort falling short? If she's the one who gave up, perhaps we truly aren't meant for each other. Moreover, Maureen also relies on me. She was the one I genuinely loved. My family was furious with me because of Myla's leaving. My head frequently throbs with pain. In the second week after Myla left, I lost consciousness due to an intense headache. Upon regaining consciousness, the forgotten portion of my memory came back. God! I love my wife! Shit! I feel a profound regret. If only I had clasped her hands, she wouldn't have left me. Expressing my love could have prevented her from leaving me.

"I just wanted a real family. Even my biological parents didn't want me. You're all I have." Jared blinked, eyes dropping to her flushed face. "Jared," she whispered, "I know you've loved me all these years. You only held back because of your marriage. But now that Lucia's divorcing you... doesn't that mean we can finally be together?" She leaned in, lips brushing his. But Jared froze. This—this was the moment he used to dream about. The one he thought he wanted. He used to picture Alice every time he touched Lucia. But now? With Alice clinging to him?

His eyes were bloodshot, but there was clarity in them, dangerous clarity. “How does a man forget making love to his wife for ten years?” he asked, voice rising. “Not one memory. Not one night. Ten years of marriage, and I can’t remember a single time we were together.” The hallway fell silent. “Elliot,” Helina said, her tone low and controlled, “come upstairs.” “Don’t,” he snapped, stepping back. “Don’t touch me.” He laughed once, humourless.