Every Morning, My Wife Wipes My Brain
Language: en
I have a strange illness. Every morning I wake up, the previous day’s memories are completely gone. My wife, Olivia, is the only person I trust when I open my eyes. She always tells me patiently: "Your name is Ethan. You’re twenty-nine, and you’re my husband." I believed her without a shadow of a doubt. Until today, when I found a hidden diary in the corner of the study. On the very first page, written in my own handwriting, was a chilling warning: "Never trust Olivia." "Julian isn't her cousin. He's the man she’s been in love with for years." "You don't have amnesia. She has…