After My Death, She Saw His True Colors — Novel

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In the shadow of a life cut short, Isabella is left grappling with the stark reality of her choices. As she stands by the hospital bed of her childhood friend, Damian, whose amnesia has erased all but the memories of their shared past, a fragile bond begins to unravel. Caught between love and loyalty, Isabella's heart wrestles with the implications of her actions—both for herself and for Kevin, her husband, who is fighting an invisible battle of his own.

Kevin, feeling betrayed and abandoned, watches the woman he once adored transform under the weight of past affections and present dilemmas. How can he reconcile the love that once held them together with the growing distance fueled by jealousy and despair? As the stakes rise, the lines between friendship and love blur, igniting a conflict that threatens to consume them all.

Will Isabella choose the familiarity of her past, or will she confront the reality of her present? In a world where memories can be both a gift and a curse, can love survive the tumult of rediscovery, or will it be eclipsed by shadows of what once was? In this emotional journey, every decision could lead to redemption… or heartache.

After My Death, She Saw His True ColorsChapter 1

Isabella’s childhood friend, Damian, lost his memory.

He forgot everyone except her.

Isabella couldn’t resist Samantha’s, Damian’s mother, begging and began to take care of him with all her heart.

But my health was getting worse and worse and I was on the verge of death. Obviously, I was the one who needed to be taken care of.

Later, I died on the operating table in the hospital.

When Isabella found out, she went crazy.

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My wife, Isabella, didn’t come back on my 28th birthday.

I called her several times, but no one answered.

Her colleague said that she left the company before she got off work and she didn’t even punch in her card.

I thought my wife had left work early to prepare a surprise for me.

After all, she was a person who attached great importance to rituals. She would deliberately take leave to prepare for me on every birthday.

But I didn’t receive her call until 23:56 in the evening.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very tired and lonely.

“Honey, Damian had a car accident. It was quite serious; he didn’t even recognize his family members when he woke up.”

When I heard the name Damian, my heart skipped a beat.