After Losing My Memory Don Begins A Good Husband. Chapter 07
Ricardo’s roar froze the corridor.
Giada stumbled back a step, her face crumpling.
“What are you yelling at me for? I’m not wrong—”
Valentina quickly took Ricardo’s arm, consoling him with glistening eyes.
“Ricardo, don’t be like this. Giada didn’t mean it.”
“We’re all heartbroken about what happened to Elina.”
“But you need to take care of yourself too. You haven’t slept all night, and the company has a mountain of damage control waiting.”
Before, Ricardo would have turned to comfort her.
But in this moment, looking at Valentina’s pitiful face, all he could see were her calculated messages in that group chat—splashed across the screen last night for everyone to see.
And the fact the police had told him Elina was hit right outside that veterinary clinic.
“Valentina.” Ricardo’s voice was raw and terrible. “What really happened with Oscar?”
A flicker in Valentina’s eyes. She instinctively looked away.
“He just… I was walking him, and he ran off on his own.”
“Valentina.” Ricardo’s voice was raw and terrible. “What really happened with Oscar?”
A flicker in Valentina’s eyes. She instinctively looked away.
“He just… I was walking him, and he ran off on his own.”
“Is that so?” Ricardo bore down on her. “The vet said Oscar was mauled to death by strays.”
“You knew that street is crawling with stray dogs. Why wasn’t he on a leash?”
Valentina went white, her lips trembling.
“I… it wasn’t on purpose. I was just taking a phone call…”
“Enough!” Ricardo wrenched his hand away from hers, his eyes filled with disgust.
“From now on, all of you get out of this hospital.”
“No one comes near her without my permission.”
Giada gaped at him in disbelief.
“You’ve gone crazy, bro. You’d throw us all out for that woman?”
“Get out!”
Ricardo pointed at the elevator, every inch the raging lion.
Valentina covered her face and fled, sobbing.
Over the next two weeks, Ricardo canceled everything and stationed himself outside the ICU around the clock.
He watched me receive one critical condition notice after another.
Watched me hemorrhage from the miscarriage.
Watched me lie there like a broken rag doll, utterly devoid of life.
Countless nights, he slapped himself across the face in the dark, weeping bitterly.
He finally understood just how deeply loving a person he’d lost.
On the fifteenth day, I was transferred to a regular ward.
Ricardo eased the door open and approached my bed.
I opened my eyes and looked at the man before me—unshaven, hollow-eyed.
“Water…” My parched throat produced barely a whisper.
Ricardo’s face lit up with frantic joy. He fumbled a cup of warm water and dabbed it on my lips with a cotton swab.
“Elina, you’re awake. You’re finally awake.”
“Do you have any idea how scared I was? I’m so sorry—it’s all my
fault…”
He clutched my hand, tears splashing against the back of it.
I looked at him, puzzled, and withdrew my hand.
“I’m sorry—who are you?”
Ricardo froze. The expression on his face turned to stone.
“Elina, stop joking around. I’m Ricardo. Your husband.”
I studied him, my gaze clear and utterly blank.
“Husband? I’m married?”
I touched my stomach—flat in a way that felt surreal.
“Why am I in a hospital? I feel like I’ve been asleep for a very long time.”
Ricardo slammed the call button in a panic and summoned the doctor.
After a battery of tests, the doctor delivered the verdict.
“The patient suffered severe cranial trauma compounded by extreme psychological distress.”
“Her memory has developed significant gaps—what we call selective amnesia.”
“She’s forgotten everything connected to the source of her pain. Including you.”