My Husband Chased Me Back After I Lost My Memory

Lying on the hospital bed, the excruciating pain in my leg drained all the color from my face.

William rushed into the ward.

He approached the bedside slowly.

Extending his hand, he gently caressed my cheek.

"Angelita, this was just an accident. Don't let it weigh on your heart too much,".

I turned my head away in disgust, desperately trying to escape his touch.

Seemingly unfazed, he smoothly slid his hand down to my shoulder, attempting to draw me into his embrace.

"Come on, you need someone to take care of you right now. Isn't it better for me to be by your side?"

With all my might, I slapped his hand awa. "William, cut the act! Your pretense makes me sick,"

He froze for a split second, but instead of backing off, he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against my ear.

"Angelita, you know I care about you," .

A wave of nausea washed over me, and I shoved him with all my might.

"you had eyes only for Kamelia. And now you're trying to act all affectionate? Don't you feel disgusted with yourself?"

I seethed.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face, but he still refused to give up.

Placing his hands firmly on either side of my body, he caged me in.

"I know I was wrong this time. It won't happen again," .

I roared, "Get out! "

William let out a derisive chuckle.

"You? You think you can get rid of me that easily?"

I gritted my teeth and with all my strength, kicked him right in his most vulnerable spot.

William's face contorted in pain, and in an instant, he forcefully grabbed my wrists. His entire body loomed over mine.

"You're being unruly. Do I need to punish you?"

Just as he was about to plant a kiss on the corner of my mouth, my face instantly turned ashen.

Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, and I couldn't hold back a cry.

"It hurts..."

I whimpered, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.

As if suddenly snapped out of a trance, William's eyes widened in alarm.

"Where does it hurt? Did I hurt you?"

For a fleeting moment, the look of distress in his eyes made me wonder if he actually cared about me.

But I quickly shook off that illusion. How could a man who had shown so little regard for my life care about a mere injury on my wrist?

I clamped my lips tightly shut, refusing to utter a word.

William, growing more anxious by the second, pleaded,

"Where does it hurt?"

His tone was a far cry from the domineering one he had just moments ago, but I remained unmoved.

Before I could utter a word, a faint, coppery scent of blood wafted through the air.

William suddenly stared in a daze at the wrist he was tightly gripping.

There was a bandage wrapped around it.

All this time, William had always thought I was just using a ploy to gain sympathy.

It never once occurred to him that the cut on my wrist was real.

"Who gave you permission to attempt suicide?!" .

I looked steadily into his eyes.

"Do you really care about my suicide? You just watched me almost get crushed to death right in front of you!"

Without hesitation, he immediately called for the doctor.

Accompanying the doctor was Kamelia.

She had changed into a new outfit, her black hair neatly pulled back.

She stood nervously at the doorway, her voice laced with concern. "William, is she okay?"

"Go back and rest. You don't need to worry about this," he said, his tone gentle yet firm.