All Chapters of The wife they never forgot : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Drunken Stranger~ANAYA POV~The heavy iron gates closed behind me.I didn't look back. I couldn't.If I looked back, I might see the master bedroom light go out. I might see the shadow of the woman wearing my grandmother’s robe.I slammed my foot on the gas pedal. The sky opened, and rain crashed against the windshield.I had no destination. I just needed to run.Away from the ruined dinner. Away from the empty promises. Away from the woman I had become—a ghost who had spent three years begging for scraps of affection.The rush of leaving slowly faded. All that was left was emptiness.An hour later, the neon sign of The Obsidian stood out in the storm. It was a fancy hotel bar—dark, quiet, and expensive.I parked, stepped out into the pouring rain, and walked inside. My midnight-blue saree was soaked, and hair clung to my neck.For the first time in my life, I didn't care how I looked.I slid onto a leather barstool at the back."Champagne," I told the bartender, my voice raw. "T

Morning After~ANAYA POV~Morning light stabbed through my closed eyes.I groaned, turning onto my side as my head throbbed with a low, steady ache.My hand brushed against the silk pillowcase, and for a split second, I expected to see the gold-leaf ceiling of that luxury hotel suite. I expected to feel Lucien's gray eyes watching me.But the air smelled wrong. It smelled of expensive air freshener and the weak, lingering scent of Rohan’s cologne.I opened my eyes and sat up with a jolt.I was in my own bed. My own room.The midnight-blue saree was gone, replaced by a simple cotton nightgown I didn't remember putting on. Fear crawled up my spine.How did I get here?It had to be a dream. There was no other explanation. A drunken, champagne-fueled hallucination brought on by the trauma of seeing that pink robe. There was no way they were in India after eight years of silence.I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my hand trembling. My fingers touched something else instead.A small

The Mark~ANAYA'S POV~The large oak doors of the big dining room shut behind us, blocking out the noise from the rest of the house.The room was designed to show off wealth, with lots of marble, crystal, and dark wood. But today, the air felt stuffy and uncomfortable.Rohan walked confidently to the front of the table. He had a bright, fake smile and pointed to the velvet chairs."Please, gentlemen, sit," Rohan said loudly, waving his hand. "My house is your house."Lucien pulled out a chair near the middle of the table. His gray eyes stayed locked on me while I stood silently near the sideboard. Raphaël sat down to his right, his dark jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle straining in his cheek. Théo leaned back in the chair across from Rohan, taking up space with a slow, dangerous ease.I moved closer to adjust the silver serving bowls, even though my feet felt numb from the cold floor.But to make things worse, before I could lift the silver lid off the rice, the dining roo

FEAR OF LOSING ~ANAYA'S POV~My heart raced in my chest like a trapped bird when I noticed that Camille had been watching me.I quickly pushed the silver tray across the tablecloth to clear the remaining glass plates as fast as my shaking hands could.The small, folded napkin with Lucien's handwriting was tightly held in my hand, hidden in the heavy gold folds of my saree.I wasn't sure if Camille had seen him pass it to me.She sat at the head of the table, resting her chin on her hand, her dark eyes fixed directly on my face. She didn't say anything at first. She looked at me with a serious and careful gaze.Slowly, Camille reached into her small designer handbag, pulled out a slender cigarette, and clicked a gold lighter. A thick, grey cloud of smoke rose in the air between us and moved directly toward my face.I coughed, taking a quick step back as my stomach turned in disgust."Please put that out," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I don't like the smell. This is a no-sm

Caught in the Act~ANAYA’S POV~I stood near the main hall as the grand study doors opened and the guests began to leave.My heart beat against my chest as Lucien, Théo, and Raphaël walked out into the hall. I quickly smoothed down my champagne saree, stepping forward to play the dutiful wife one last time before they left."Thank you for visiting our home, messieurs," I said politely, bowing my head slightly. "I hope you enjoyed the lunch."Lucien stopped directly in front of me. The way his looked down at my face was filled with such intense, raw emotion that I held my breath, praying Rohan wouldn't notice."The hospitality was unforgettable, Mrs. Kapoor," Lucien said softly, his voice carrying a double meaning that made my skin prickle.Rohan stepped up beside me, puffing his chest out proudly. He placed a possessive arm around my waist, blissfully ignorant of the hatred spreading from the three men."Yes, my Anaya is a wonderful hostess!" Rohan boasted, smiling widely. "She knows