A car accident caused Saul Winston to lose his memory. He forgot everything, except for one person. He was moody, and even I, his wife, had to go through her if I wanted to do anything. She was the woman from his past, the one he could never let go of. When the news of Saul’s accident reached me, I rushed to the hospital in a panic. The police explained that the other driver had been drunk and swerved suddenly, forcing him to crash into the highway guardrail. Half the car was left hanging dangerously over the edge. He barely survived. After seven hours of surgery, he was finally out of danger. The doctor hesitated when discussing his brain injuries. I found the attending physician and asked, “Doctor, what is the worst that could happen to my husband?” Countless worst-case scenarios went through my mind. Cognitive regression. A vegetative state. Even brain death. The doctor adjusted his glasses and looked at Saul’s medical chart. “The main trauma is to his head. He will likely suffer from memory loss. This is the most common result in similar cases.” Memory loss? I felt relief wash over me. If that was all, it didn’t matter. As long as he was alive, I could handle anything he forgot. But I underestimated how complicated things could become. A week later, Saul finally woke up. While I worried about his recovery, he looked at me coldly and asked, “Who are you?”
I was overwhelmed with excitement when Saul woke up, but another challenge was quietly unfolding. Saul had forgotten me. He had forgotten everyone from his memory. I forced a smile and tried to calm him. “I’m your wife. We’ve been married for two years. Look.” I held out my hand, showing him the plain wedding band on my ring finger. It matched the one on his hand perfectly. But he stared down at his hand, motionless. I thought he was trying to remember something, but when I placed my hand gently on his shoulder, he shoved me away violently. “Don’t touch me. You’re not my wife. I don’t know you.” I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, Saul erupted like a storm. He swept everything off the bedside table, including the glass of hot water I had just poured. I ignored the burning pain on my skin and tried to restrain him. He managed to stand, albeit unsteadily, and stubbornly ordered me out of the room. “I don’t know you. Get out.” During the scuffle, he wavered, his body swaying as if he might collapse. I immediately called the doctors to stabilize him. A sedative was slowly administered into his system. After a moment, I heard him mutter a name under his breath. The doctor turned to me, puzzled. “Who is Chris?” I stared helplessly at Saul lying on the bed, my eyes gradually filling with sorrow. Chris was his first love.
I thought Saul had lost all his memories, but Chris was the one exception. Even as he slept, he called out her name over and over. The doctor pulled me aside and said, “It might help his recovery if you go along with what he wants.” After pacing the hospital corridor countless times, I finally dialed a number I hadn’t called in years. To my surprise, she answered almost immediately. I swallowed my pride and said, “Come to First Central Hospital. Saul needs you.” Before she could reply, I hung up. Chris had been my best friend from childhood through college, but everything fell apart between us because of Saul. For my sake, she walked away from the love triangle we were trapped in. I had fooled myself into thinking Saul chose me out of love, but now I understood. I was the outsider all along. Chris arrived quickly, carrying a white bag over her shoulder. “Is Saul okay?” Leaning against the wall, I forced a smile. “He doesn’t want to see me. Even in his dreams, he keeps calling your name. You must have something special to stay in his heart after all this time.” Chris didn’t reply. Without a word, she turned toward the room and went inside.
I could only watch from the sidelines, separated by glass. Since Saul woke up, his temper seemed reserved just for me. He never got upset with Chris. When she cried out of worry for him, he would reach out to gently wipe her tears away. As for me, I had to stand at the doorway, wiping my tears on my sleeve. I crouched by the wall, helplessly watching as they cared for each other like no one else existed. The title of Saul’s wife felt like the most invisible role in the world. Chris would massage his shoulders, feed him fruit, or point out birds and butterflies outside the window, laughing with him. No matter what she did, Saul just smiled along with her, saying nothing. Whenever I knocked and stepped in, his expression would harden immediately. “What are you doing here? I already told you, I don’t know you.” The coldness in his voice was piercing. I dared not stay long. I would simply call Chris outside and hand over the medicine. “The doctor prescribed this. Make sure Saul takes it after meals. Three pills, three times a day.” Chris would nod without a word, take the medication, and go back to looking after him. That moment left me feeling more defeated than ever. They looked like a couple united in adversity, while I stood on the outside, nothing more than a spectator to their happiness. Eventually, Chris broke the silence as she gazed at Saul. She couldn’t hold back any longer. “Saul, have you forgotten everyone?” Saul lifted his head and blinked at her. After a pause, he smiled. “I haven’t forgotten you, Chris.”
With Chris around, it felt like there was no place for me anymore. Watching them through the glass left me with a heavy heart, so I decided to leave the hospital and find something else to do. Yesterday, while lingering near the door of his room, I heard Saul say he wanted chicken. I went to the supermarket, picked up the ingredients, and spent the afternoon cooking. Just as I finished packing the chicken in a thermal container, Chris called. “Saul says he’s bored and wants me to take him out for a walk. Is that okay?” Her tone sounded like she was asking for permission, though she didn’t need to. She could have taken him without checking, and I wouldn’t have said anything. But that simple question made me feel like I mattered, even if just for a moment. “Sure. Don’t go too far, and make sure to be back soon,” I said. I could hear Saul’s voice urging her in the background. Chris explained quickly, “We’ll go to park. I promise we’ll be back by three.” I nodded, placed the chicken aside, and decided to rest before returning to the hospital. That nap was the first decent sleep I’d had since the accident, though my dreams still haunted me. In the dream, Saul held Chris’ hand and walked away. No matter how loudly I called his name, he didn’t look back. I woke up to Chris’ voice on the phone. “Saul is gone!” Her panic instantly jolted me awake. “What do you mean?” “He said he wanted water. I turned to buy some, and when I looked back, he was gone. I searched the entire park and couldn’t find him anywhere!”
I panicked for a moment but quickly calmed myself. With his injured leg, Saul couldn’t have gone far. Just as I was about to head out to look for him, the door opened. He walked in, limping, with a bag of chocolates in his hand. Every flavor inside was from my favorite brand. He glanced at me briefly before walking past to sit down. I couldn’t hold back and asked, “Why are you back?” His eyes showed no emotion as he answered flatly, “This is my home. Why wouldn’t I come back?” My heart soared. I grabbed his hand and started talking nonstop. “You remember, don’t you? This is our home. I’m your wife. You promised you’d always stay with me. You said you’d buy me my favorite chocolates, and eat the food I cook forever…” I placed the chicken in front of him, looking at him with hope and desperation. Saul looked at the plate and then at the wedding photo of us on the shelf. His expression wavered. For a moment, he seemed determined. The next, uncertain. I could tell he was struggling internally. But slowly, the light in his eyes faded. Confusion took over. He pulled his hand away, his voice low and hoarse. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I bought the chocolates or why the food seemed familiar to me.” He stood, avoiding my gaze. “I should go. Chris is still waiting for me at the park.”
I once knew him as warm and full of life. Now his coldness doesn’t just hurt, it scares me. I’m terrified he’ll never remember me, that he’ll walk away forever. Fear and sadness overwhelmed me. All I wanted was for him to hold me. “What do I have to do for you to stop looking at me like that?” He didn’t respond. He gave me an impatient look, stood up, and walked out, slamming the door behind him. Ten minutes later, Chris called. She said Saul had brought her ice cream from the shop they loved in college. Her tone was thoughtful when she said he hadn’t forgotten everything. I forced a bitter laugh. He hadn’t forgotten everything, just everything about me. Drained, I told her to bring him back to the hospital. I wasn’t ready to give up. He was still healing, and I had to hold on to the hope, however faint. I packed the chicken and headed back to the hospital. In the hallway, I heard laughter coming from his room. Chris was telling him about how he once proposed to her with a soda can ring, how it got stuck, and how they had to call firefighters to remove it. Saul was laughing with her, his voice light and carefree. It felt like a knife twisting in my chest. He had proposed to Chris too. What am I to him, then? Just the second choice he settled for when he couldn’t have her? Chris stayed close to him, reminiscing about skipping class, sneaking into concerts, and crying over romance movies. I stood outside, listening to their story where I didn’t belong.
I don’t even know what I am to him anymore. Maybe in all the stories they share, I’m nothing more than an afterthought in his life. He fell asleep after talking for so long, and that’s when Chris finally noticed me. “When did you get here? Why didn’t you say something?” I forced a smile. “You two seemed so immersed in your conversation. I didn’t want to interrupt. I didn’t know your memories together were so happy and full of life.” Chris looked uneasy, playing with her hair and fixing her dress. “It’s not like that. I just…” Not wanting to make her feel awkward, I handed her the box of chicken. “He wanted these. But they’ve been sitting too long, so they’ve gone cold. No matter how good the container is, it can’t keep them warm forever.” She hesitated before taking the box. To me, the hospital is now just a place to discuss his condition with the doctor. It doesn’t mean anything more. As I turned to leave, she called out to me. “Zara.” I stopped and looked back at her. “He will recover, won’t he? I believe he will. You should believe it too.” Her voice was soft. She seemed to be saying it more for herself than for me. For a moment, it looked like she had something else to say, but she didn’t. She turned back to the room and shut the door. I went home and sat on the couch, eating the chocolates he bought. They were the flavor I loved, but they didn’t taste the same anymore.
glanced at the wedding photo on the counter. I was so sure that his gaze once carried love for me. But how did it come to this? Was there really no trace left of the love we shared? I couldn’t accept it, so I started searching through the bedroom. Our life together had always been simple, maybe too simple. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find anything that truly stood out as evidence of our love. Feeling defeated, I sank to the floor. My gaze fell on a small box tucked away on top of the wardrobe. I climbed onto a chair, pulled it down, and opened it. Inside were two movie tickets and two concert tickets dated July 10 and August 20, two years ago. Chris’ words from the hospital came rushing back. They had watched movies and gone to concerts together. It hit me like a punch. Those dates were during the first year of our marriage. With the tickets in hand, I headed straight to the hospital, anger simmering inside me. The moment I saw Chris, I tossed the tickets at her. “Explain this. Why were you doing these things with Saul right after we got married?” She looked at me, confused. When she glanced at the tickets, realization dawned. She stared at them in silence, her head lowered. It seemed like she didn’t know what to say. I felt like I was going to explode with anger. Unanswered questions swirled in my mind, driving me to the brink. My nerves throbbed, and the pain in my head felt unbearable. “I’ve always been honest and fair in this marriage. I have never done anything to wrong you. Why would you do this to me?” We had been friends for so many years, always open and honest with each other. I couldn’t understand how she could act this way. The busy hospital corridor seemed to weigh on her. Unable to endure the stares any longer, her voice trembled. “I never did those things with Saul,” she said. I frowned slightly, watching as she continued. “It wasn’t me, Zara. “It was you.” The moment the words left her mouth, a deafening roar filled my ears. I stared at Chris, clutching the tickets with such conviction.
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