After I Lost My Memory Trying to Kill My Nemesis, My Husband Went Crazy with Regret
I thought I had found my light in the darkness, but it turned out to be just another illusion.
On the day of my daughter’s one–month celebration, James‘ adopted sister Amy set fire
I rushed into the inferno, suffering severe burns all over my body, but my little Daisy
the nursery.
died from respiratory failure.
My husband Zack wasn’t even sad. Instead, he helped Amy destroy all the evidence
lock
me
up
at home
In my despair, Zack’s older brother James broke down the door to
me
held
grand funeral for
my daughter.
At Daisy’s graveside, James solemnly proposed to me.
I accepted.
For three years after our marriage, James took care of me in every way. No matter how busy to therapy sessions.
Until one day, I woke up early from hypnosis and overheard his conversation with the therapist.
he was, he always personally accompanied me
“Sir, your wife’s memories of her daughter’s death are too deeply ingrained. If we continue with hypnosis, she might become confused and end up mentally impaired!”
“I don’t care if Lily becomes an idiot. You just need to make her forget that Amy is the one who killed her daughter. That’s the only way Amy and my brother’s wedding can go perfectly.”
“Once Lily loses her memory, I’ll give her another child to make
up
for
it
Tears silently rolled down my face.
So all that attentive care I thought I was receiving was just his way of deceiving me.
Making my daughter’s killer happy was his life’s goal.
If that’s the case, I’ll just leave.
Outside the treatment room, James‘ voice was unusually cold:
“I don’t care what risks the new method has. You just need to make Lily completely forget that her daughter was burned to death.”
“Otherwise, when she finds out Amy and Zack are getting married, she’ll definitely cause a scene at the wedding.”
“What happened back then was our family’s fault, but I’ve already given myself to her as compensation. Making her lose a few memories is nothing.”
The therapist still hesitated:
“The technology for hypnotic amnesia is still immature. I’ve been trying for three years, but your wife’s memories of her daughter’s death are too deeply ingrained. If we forcibly use the new method, she’ll become confused and end up with dementia.”
“You have other ways to keep this from her. You could take her abroad to avoid Miss Amy’s wedding!”
James irritably interrupted:
“No way. Amy wants her wedding to be perfect. Who else but me, her big brother, can walk her down the aisle and give her away?”
“You’ve taken my money, so just do what I tell you. Don’t meddle in other affairs.”
“At worst, after Amy’s wedding is over, I’ll give Lily another child to make up for it.”
The therapist sighed::
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“Alright, but sir, I must warn you that the human brain is very delicate. I can’t guarantee your wife will never recover her memories”
“When she learns the truth, she’ll definitely hate you for the rest of her life!”
“Let her hate me then. By that time, with a child, she’ll be obedient.”
James sighed:
“If she really wants to make a fuss, I’ll just take her and the child abroad.”
“As long as Amy can be happy, even if I never come back to see her again, I’m willing.”
My head was buzzing, tears falling silently.
Footsteps approached outside. I quickly closed my eyes.
“Lily? Lily? The treatment is over. Why are you crying?”
In three years of marriage, James had accompanied me to countless therapy sessions.
He’d come so many times that he even learned how to wake someone from hypnosis.
Looking at James‘ same gentle expression as always, I dug my nails into my palms:
“I don’t know why, but I feel very sad, like I’ve lost something.”
James immediately called the therapist over excitedly:
“Come check quickly, has the treatment worked?”
The therapist came forward to ask what I saw in my dreams.
I touched the burn scars on my arm:
“I kept dreaming I was surrounded by fire. When did that happen? How did I get this scar?”
James hugged me sympathetically:
“Lily, the fire was a long time ago. You almost lost your life then. After leaving the hospital, you had nightmares every night and couldn’t get over the psychological trauma.”
“Now that the hypnotherapy has finally worked, you’ll get better and better. If you don’t like the scars on your body, we can go for scar removal
surgery.”
“If it can’t be treated domestically, we’ll go abroad. I’ll accompany you wherever we need to go for your recovery.”
I nodded at James‘ gentle smile.
The therapist asked a few more detailed questions and gave James an affirmative look.
James‘ lips curled up, and he asked casually:
“Lily, Amy is marrying Zack next week. They’ve invited us to the wedding.”
“I know she used to give you a hard time because she liked Zack. She was spoiled, but I’ve scolded her for it. Are you willing to go with me?”
“It’s fine. Even though it was an arranged marriage, it’s normal for Amy to be unhappy that I married the man she liked.”
James hugged me emotionally:
“Lily, I’m so lucky to have such an understanding wife.”
I closed my eyes, suppressing the trembling of my body:
4:06 PM .
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“Let’s go home.”
James quickly packed up my things and led me downstairs.
Before James could open the passenger door, I spoke up first:
“I’m a bit tired. I want to sleep in the back.”
So James busied himself arranging pillows and blankets for me in the back seat.
As the car started moving, I hid in the shadows, crying nonstop.
So my initial approach that I saw as salvation was all an act James put on to help Amy clear obstacles.
The attentive accompaniment to therapy sessions over the years was just to
perfect wedding.
me lose
my
memory so his dear sister could have a
I had always thought James was the only light I grasped in the darkness.
If I hadn’t accidentally woken up this time and heard their plan, pretending to log Z
my memory…
I probably would have forgotten everything about my daughter and become a puppet for them to manip
James has been too good an actor these years.
So much so that I forgot he’s also part of the Potter family.
