My Boyfriend Lost His Memory and Forgot Our Six Years Together
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I did everything I could to take care of him after his accident, hoping he’d regain his
memory.
When I found out I was pregnant, I thought it might bring him back to me. I showed up at the private lounge with the ultrasound report in hand, ready to tell him.
But before I could step inside, I overheard his laughter.
“Ethan, you really nailed it with this fake amnesia thing,” one of his friends said, cracking up. “Not only did you shake off Anna, but you’re back with your dream girl.”
“Right?” Ethan replied, chuckling. “I had no idea Anna could be so clueless. After the accident, she’s been running herself ragged looking after me. She has no idea I’ve been faking it the whole time.”
The group let out a roar of laughter.
“Man, I thought she’d get the hint and leave, but nope. Still clinging to me like she always has. She’s been like that since we were kids–impossible to shake off.”
The next day, at a business gala, I met his so–called “dream girl,” Natalie.
Ethan introduced me to her as “just a friend’s little sister.”
Natalie gave me a condescending smile and quipped, “Ethan, your friend’s sister looks so much like me back in college.”
That’s when it hit me.
All my clothes, my makeup, even my hobbies–I had unconsciously molded myself 60
copy of Natalie.
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The realization was like a knife to the chest.
I stepped out of the gala and called my brother.
Afterward, I went straight to the hospital and scheduled the procedure.
“Nick,” I said over the phone, my voice trembling, “I’ll come home. I’ll get married.”
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There was a heavy silence on the other end of the line.
Then came Nick’s worried voice.
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“Anna, what did Ethan do to you?”
The ache in my chest grew unbearable. I fought back tears and forced a laugh. “What
could he do? He doesn’t have the guts. Besides, there’s nothing between us anymore.”
I paused, taking a shaky breath. “I came here to get better, and now that I’m healthy, it’s
time to come home.”
“And… I miss you, Mom, and Dad,” I added softly.
Nick let out a light laugh, trying to sound casual. “Took you long enough. You’ve been away for years, and now you’re suddenly homesick?”
I didn’t respond. My breathing grew uneven.
Nick quickly changed his tone, coaxing, “Alright, alright. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m glad you’re coming back. We’ve all missed you like crazy.”
“Besides,” he added with a teasing lilt, “the White boy’s still willing to marry into our family. Once you’re married, you’ll be back home with us. How perfect is that?”
His warm, familiar voice was enough to break me.
I hung up quickly, tears streaming down my face.
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I was a sickly child, in and out of hospitals all the time.
Born with asthma, I was sent to live in Springhill, a city with a mild climate, to recover.
Our family had been close with the Hayes family for years, so my parents left me in their
care.
Ethan was seven years older than me, mischievous and carefree. He had a reputation for being a flirt, and my brother constantly warned me to steer clear of him.
“Keep your distance,” Nick would say. “Don’t let him get any ideas.”
But as time passed, the boundaries blurred.
Ethan’s warmth and charm pulled me in, and I fell hard.
When I recovered, I insisted on staying in Springhill to study and work, just to be near
him.
Ethan said he didn’t want to go public with our relationship yet. He worried my family
wouldn’t approve of the age gap and promised he’d explain everything to them when the
time was right.
That “right time” stretched into six years.
And now, after everything, I didn’t even know who to turn to.
