The Crash Left My Husband With the Mind of a Child

Summary

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“

The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy.

“Boss.”

I nodded, satisfied.

Perfect.

A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife.

One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss.

Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory.

After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls.