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931words2026-01-26 09:03

For a whole year,I have been sleeping in this house.
The floor is paved with black marble,the magnificent crystal chandelier sparkles,the black oak table with glass top looks elegant,and the exquisitely carved bookcases are all around.Everything here exudes luxury.

There is a large wedding photo on the wall.The woman in the photo looks just like me.Standing beside her is a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.He has a handsome face,with his features as harmonious as if they were carved.He is tall and extremely good-looking.
However,the photo is very strange.Clearly,both of them are wearing wedding rings,yet they don't seem like a couple.
I look around the huge room.Is this really my home?Is he really my husband?
But I can't remember anything.My mind is a blank,as if I have come to a completely unfamiliar world.Especially that man beside me,I can't imagine him as my lover no matter what.
After I woke up,the man gave me a diary,which recorded my past.
My name is Lily Johnson.I graduated from a university in New York City.A year ago,I had a car accident on a business trip.I suffered a severe head injury and forgot everything.This man's name is Richard Thompson.He is in the investment business.We met on a dating website and got married a year ago.He has been taking care of me since the car accident.

There are many details in the diary indicating that we were deeply in love,but without my memories,those things seem like the experiences of someone else.
I want to recover my memory.He found authoritative brain specialists and psychologists to give me various treatments.However,no matter what methods were used,I was still confused and was haunted by a nightmare every night.
In the dream,a woman whose face I couldn't see stabbed a fruit knife deeply into another woman's heart,and then stuffed her into a large suitcase.
I was actually the"other woman"in the dream!

"Who wants to kill me?Who is that woman?"
I woke up struggling from the dream,my eyes full of fear.However,instead of getting his pity,I was imprisoned by him!
Richard found a nanny to watch over me and didn't let me step out of the bedroom even a single step.Especially at night,he was like a beast in heat,demanding everything from me.No matter how much I resisted and struggled,I finally had to submit.
Since I woke up,he had always treated me politely.What on earth happened to him?Why did he suddenly become so violent?
Until one day,I overheard his conversation with the psychologist,and I found that everything he did was actually related to the nightmare.
"Doctor,she always wakes up struggling in the middle of the night recently.Can you remove that memory for her?"
"She has amnesia caused by traumatic stress.Sooner or later,she will remember the past events."
"Is there any way to keep her in a state of amnesia all the time?"
"Increase the dosage of the medicine to make her mentally confused,but it can only slow down the process of memory recovery."
I opened my mouth in horror,almost falling to the ground.
That memory?Could it be that the nightmare at night is not a dream but a memory?
"The woman whose face I couldn't see stabbed a fruit knife deeply into my heart,and then stuffed me into a suitcase."
Did this really happen?
I sighed.Who wants to kill me?Since this is the truth,why didn't I die?What exactly happened in the past,and who am I?Is everything in the diary fake?
No wonder my memory didn't improve at all.It turns out that Richard didn't want me to recover my memory at all.He was afraid that I would remember everything related to the nightmare!
I looked at this luxurious villa that was like a cage,and the despair in my heart instantly overwhelmed me.Since I woke up,Richard has been the only one in my life.Although I have no feelings for him,he has become my only support.
But now my intuition tells me that our relationship is not as it seems on the surface.Is he really my husband?Did he cause my amnesia?
I stared at the wedding photo on the wall,and I increasingly felt that the people in the photo were strange.
Could the photo be a composite?I stood on tiptoe,trying to take it off the wall.
"What are you doing!"
A stern shout came from behind me.I almost fell to the ground.It was Richard.He quickly walked over and pressed the photo."What do you want to do?"
"I,I,I saw it was a bit crooked and wanted to straighten it."
A trace of unhappiness flashed in Richard's eyes.Then he brought a glass of water from behind."It's time for you to take your medicine."
There were two white pills.Now I know that this medicine can't treat amnesia at all.But at this moment,I can't let him find anything unusual.So I hid the pills under my tongue and spit them out after he left.
I did this for several consecutive days.Sure enough,I felt much lighter,and the"nightmare"gradually became clearer.
The woman who killed me had a figure similar to mine and a sharp and shrill voice.I couldn't see her face clearly.In the dream,I struggled hard,trying to reach out and grab that woman,but the pain from the wound on my body made me too weak to do so.
This is not a dream,but a real memory.
But how did Richard know that I had such a dream,and why do I have no memory of waking up struggling?
The matter is getting more and more complicated.I want to see what exactly happens to me in the middle of the night.
Just when I was at a loss,I found a pinhole camera hidden in the corner of the bedroom.