She Forgot Us, I Forgot Her — Novel

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In a world where love can fracture under the weight of grief, David Miller stands at the crossroads of loyalty and despair. His wife, Rachel, has lost more than just their child—she's lost herself, trapped in a childlike haze and clinging to the memories of a life that feels just out of reach. As David grapples with his own anger and heartbreak, he finds himself demanding her commitment to a psychiatric hospital or the end of their marriage. But can love really be so easily discarded?

The stakes escalate when Rachel's family confronts David, revealing the heavy burden of responsibility he carries. Accusations fly, and with every hurtful word, the walls around his heart harden. As Rachel clings to a teddy bear, convinced it is their daughter, David’s resolve is tested—can he truly abandon the woman he once cherished?

With her memories slipping away and a new man ready to step in, David races against time. Will he uncover the truth behind Rachel’s amnesia before it’s too late, or has he already lost her forever? In this poignant tale of love, betrayal, and the quest for redemption, every choice could lead to salvation or destruction.

She Forgot Us, I Forgot HerChapter 1

After my wife suffered a miscarriage, she lost her memory and became dazed and childlike.

All day long, she clutched the teddy bear I had bought in advance for our daughter, insisting it was her precious little girl.

And from time to time, she even brought my ex-girlfriend home.

The two of them not only lay openly in the same bed, but even slept in each other’s arms.

I couldn’t take it anymore and called both families together.

In front of everyone, I coldly declared:

“Send your daughter to a psychiatric hospital, or… I’ll divorce her!”

Just as everyone was stunned by my demand for divorce, my wife clutched the teddy bear tightly, her face twisted with fear. She shrieked at me:

“You bastard, you killed my daughter!”

“I’ll kill you to avenge her!”

Agitated, she grabbed the ashtray from the table and hurled it at me.

With a loud crack, my head split open and blood ran down my face.

Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and dialed the psychiatric hospital:

“Hello, I’ve got a lunatic here. Please come and take her away!”

…

No one could have imagined it.