He Forgot Me, So I Let Him Go

Synopsis

The day I walked out of that marriage with nothing, Dylan Phillips looked at me like I was a stranger. He said, "We might be married, but I don't remember any of it. You're not taking a single penny." Something in his expression softened when he saw how wrecked I looked. He added, "We can still be friends. If you ever need help, I'm there." I stared at this man I had loved with everything I had. A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. After his car accident, he claimed he'd lost his memory. I poured every ounce of myself into helping him get it back. Then one day, he told me the memories had returned. His feelings for me hadn't. I raged. I confronted him. I refused to accept it. In the end, I let him go. But none of it was real. The whole thing had been a lie. He stood there still keeping up the act, still pretending he couldn't remember. I waved him off, disgusted. I said, "No thanks. Let's not see each other again." I turned away and added, "Dylan, you're a terrible actor."