Forget Me Once, Farewell Forever

After waking up from a coma due to an accident, my husband of three years, Liam Carlisle, suddenly confessed that Evelyn Clarke, his colleague, was his wife.

“You really believe Evelyn is your real wife?” I asked, desperate for some glimmer of rationality.

“Of course, she is,” Liam snapped, his voice filled with emotion. “Evelyn and I got married more than a year ago—right after we broke up, Amelia. Are you still not accepting the facts?”

I stared at him, my breath hitching. His words did not even make sense.

While Evelyn turned her gaze to me, her lips curving into a faint, triumphant smile.

Evelyn, ever the picture of calm manipulation, gently placed her hand on his chest, her voice soothing but insidious.

“Calm down, Liam,” she cooed softly. “She’s just here to visit you. There’s no need to get upset.”

He sighed, his expression softening only slightly under Evelyn’s touch, but his gaze remained fixed on me, filled with annoyance.

Evelyn, wanting to pit us against each other further, turned to me. “Amelia, would you mind looking after Liam for me? I need to let the doctor know he’s awake.”

Without waiting for my answer, she kissed Liam on the cheek and left.

As she walked to me, her eyes briefly meeting mine, the smugness in them unmistakable, her smirk subtle yet cutting. “Good luck,” she whispered in a mocking tone.

I glared at her retreating figure, a storm of anger and confusion brewing inside me.

“What a bitch!” I muttered angrily, I had always had a feeling if she would be a problem to us, but Liam repeatedly promised me that their friendship would not affect our relationship.

So, I directly stormed to Liam furiously.

“Liam,” I began, my voice gone shaky, “we’ve been married for three years. I’m your wife. Evelyn… she isn’t part of this.”

But he only shook his head, his cold eyes narrowing. “I don’t have time for your lies, Amelia. Stop embarrassing yourself and leave.”

“Look at this wedding ring,” I said, holding up my left hand. The small band glimmered faintly under the fluorescent light. “Don’t you remember anything? You picked this ring yourself when you proposed to me.”

Liam barely glanced at it before scoffing. “You even went as far as to make a fake ring? I only have one wedding ring, and it’s this one.”

He raised his hand, revealing a matching band to mine. But then he added cruelly, “The ring Evelyn and I exchanged when we got married.”

The weight of his words crushed me, but beneath my devastation, a flicker of determination sparked.

I felt the world tilt beneath my feet. My voice rose in desperation. “Do you have any proof that you got married a year ago? Where’s your certificate, Liam? Your photos? Anything?”

“Amelia!” he snapped, his voice dripping with disdain, “you’re the one making these ridiculous claims. Do you have any proof that you’re not the one lying?”

My head spun as I tried to process what he was saying, but the only conclusion I could reach was that something had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

“You’ve lost your mind, Liam!” I shouted, the words tearing from my chest. “That accident must have knocked your brain loose!”

Liam’s face contorted with rage. He slammed his fist against the edge of the bed. “What did you just say to me? Are you cursing at me, saying that I was a crazy man?!”

“Yes!” I wanted to yell more, to let all the fury and hurt spilling over inside me explode. But at that exact moment, the sharp beep of my phone pierced the tense air.

I glanced down at it, the glowing letters of the emergency call center snapping me back to reality. The ER needed me.

Evelyn also had been approaching with a doctor in tow. Her sly smile only deepened the pit of anger festering in my chest.

The doctor greeted me politely. “Morning, Dr. Amelia.”

I inhaled sharply, forcing my expression to remain neutral. “Morning,” I replied curtly before stepping aside to let him check Liam up.

Then, I whispered to Liam before walking to the front door. “We’ll continue this conversation later.”

But when I got there, Evelyn, of course, was not done. She followed me, her smug face hovering too close for comfort.

"Have you done convincing Liam, Amelia?" Evelyn's voice came from behind me, smooth and mocking, like nails dragging against glass.

I turned on my heel, barely able to contain my anger. “If I were you, I would stop messing with other people's households right now. It's not funny at all, Evelyn!”

She tilted her head, her expression laced with that same false sweetness that made my stomach churn.

“If I were you,” she began, dragging out her words for effect, “I'd just give up, Amelia. Liam's memories about you are gone now. He only believes you're an ex—his past.”

Her calculated words made my fists clench. I swallowed hard against the lump forming in my throat, trying to suppress the fire roaring in my chest.

But Evelyn was not done. She leaned in slightly, as though to make sure I caught every word of her next statement.

“So please,” she added with a smirk sharp enough to cut, “behave accordingly. After all, that’s all you’ll ever be from now on.”

I stared at her, the heat rushing to my face.

If we were not at a hospital, and I were not an emergency medical professional who needed to maintain a shred of professionalism, I might have slapped her right then and there. Maybe even strangled her.

But I was not going to let her win.

“You might think you’ve won,” I said, my voice low but steady, every word carefully measured, “but lies like yours have a way of crumbling eventually. Enjoy your victory while it lasts, Evelyn.”

Her smirk faltered for a moment, a flash of uncertainty passing through her eyes. She had not expected me to stand firm, but seeing her crack—even slightly—was enough to give me strength.

I did not wait for her to recover or respond. I turned on my heel and walked away, heading toward the Emergency Room while thinking what I should do next.