All Chapters of The Wife He Forgot: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

36 Chapters

The Call

___POV: Damian---"I need help."The words came through the phone like a thread pulled across a dark ocean, and Damian Ashford felt something deep inside him splinter.He had been sitting in his study for hours, the wedding ring heavy in his palm. Platinum. Simple. The inscription on the inside catching the lamplight every time he turned it: To infinity and back. He had been turning it for so long his fingers had gone numb, trying to remember the weight of it on someone's hand. Trying to remember whose hand.And then the phone rang.Unknown number. Past midnight. He had almost let it go to voicemail—he was tired, hollow, worn thin from days of chasing ghosts through the wreckage of his own memory. But something made him answer. Something older than instinct, deeper than logic.Her voice hit him like a physical force.I need help.Three words. Three syllables. And suddenly Damian was on his feet, his coat in his hand, his keys in his pocket, his heart slamming against his ribs like i

Last Updated : 2026-08-13

The Confession

___ POV: Damian & Scarlett --- Eleanor's townhouse smelled of old books and lavender, and Scarlett stood in the center of the parlor like a ghost waiting to be recognized. Damian watched her from the doorway. He had brought her here because it was safe—the one place in Manhattan where the walls felt like they could hold a secret. His grandmother's home was a fortress of memory and mahogany, filled with photographs of people he barely remembered and truths Eleanor had been keeping for five years. Scarlett hadn't spoken since they left the car. She stood with her arms wrapped around herself, Damian's coat still draped over her shoulders, her red hair a wild tangle against the pale column of her throat. She looked like a painting—something fragile and luminous and impossibly sad. An elderly woman emerged from the study, a leather folio clutched against her chest. Her silver hair was pulled back, her eyes sharp and watchful. She looked at Scarlett first, then at Damian, and som

Last Updated : 2026-08-13

The Morning After

___POV: Damian & Scarlett---Morning came slowly, like a held breath finally released.Scarlett woke on a sofa she didn't recognize, wrapped in a blanket she didn't remember pulling over herself. The light filtering through the tall windows was pale and golden, the kind of light that made everything look softer than it was. For one blissful moment, she forgot where she was. Forgot what she had learned. Forgot that her entire life had been a lie.Then she turned her head and saw Damian.He was sitting in an armchair across the room, his elbows resting on his knees, his dark hair rumpled from sleep. He was watching her. Not in a predatory way—in a way that made her think he'd been sitting there for hours, just watching her breathe, as if he was afraid she might disappear if he looked away."Good morning," he said. His voice was rough, unused.Scarlett sat up slowly, the blanket pooling around her waist. "Did you sleep?""Some." He didn't elaborate. She didn't push.The townhouse was q

Last Updated : 2026-08-15

The Morning After II

___ POV: Scarlett __ "You were an artist," Eleanor said. "A painter. You had a studio at the gallery, and you used to disappear for hours, working on pieces you never showed anyone." She smiled, a small, sad smile. "Damian used to complain that you loved your canvases more than you loved him." Scarlett glanced at Damian. He was staring at his plate, his jaw tight. She wondered if he remembered any of this. She wondered if he was as lost as she was. "What else?" she asked. "You were stubborn. Fiercely loyal. You hated parties, but you went anyway because you knew it mattered to Damian." Eleanor's voice softened. "You loved him. Deeply. Completely. The kind of love that makes people do foolish things." Scarlett's throat tightened. She looked at Damian again, and this time he looked back. His eyes were dark, unreadable, full of something that might have been grief. "I wish I could remember," she whispered. "You will," Eleanor said. "In time." "You were an artist," Eleanor

Last Updated : 2026-08-15

The Retrieval

___POV: Scarlett---Adrian was sipping his coffee in the study when his phone buzzed again.The first time, he had let it ring. The second time, he had stared at the screen until it went dark. But now a text message glowed on the display, and the words made his blood run cold:Ignore my call once again and watch your life burn.His hand trembled as he lifted the phone. The study was quiet—too quiet—the kind of silence that pressed in from all sides and made the air feel heavy. Scarlett was asleep in the bedroom, or pretending to be. She had been doing that a lot lately. Pretending.The phone rang.Adrian answered on the first ring."You've been avoiding me." The voice on the other end was low, cold, and laced with a fury that made Adrian's stomach clench. "I don't like being avoided, Adrian. I don't like it at all.""I'm not avoiding you," Adrian said. His voice came out smooth, controlled—the voice of a man who had spent his entire life learning to hide his fear. "I've been handlin

Last Updated : 2026-08-17

The Collapse

POV: Eleanor---The ambulance came screaming down the quiet street, its red lights painting the brownstones in pulses of crimson and shadow.Eleanor Ashford stood in the doorway of her townhouse, her hands pressed against her chest, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. Behind her, Damian lay on the parlor floor where he had fallen—pale, still, his breath shallow and uneven. She had called 911 with trembling fingers, her voice cracking as she gave the address she had lived at for forty years.Please hurry. Please, please hurry.The paramedics arrived within minutes. Two men and a woman in dark uniforms, moving with practiced efficiency, their faces calm and focused. They knelt beside Damian, checked his pupils, his pulse, his breathing. They spoke to each other in clipped, professional tones—words Eleanor couldn't quite catch, words that sounded too clinical for the chaos unfolding in her chest."Ma'am?" One of the paramedics—a young man with kind eyes—touched h

Last Updated : 2026-08-20

The Hospital

POV: Damian---The first thing Damian noticed was the light.It was too bright—harsh and white and relentless, stabbing through his closed eyelids like needles. He tried to turn his head away, but the movement sent a spike of pain through his skull, and he groaned, his body heavy and uncooperative.The second thing he noticed was the beeping.A steady, rhythmic pulse somewhere to his left. Machines. He was in a hospital. Again."Damian?"The voice came from somewhere beside him—soft, familiar, trembling with something that sounded like fear. He forced his eyes open, blinking against the glare, and the room swam into focus. White walls. White sheets. A window that showed a gray Manhattan sky.And Eleanor.She was sitting in a chair beside his bed, her silver hair disheveled, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen. She looked older than he remembered. Frailer. As if the hours since he'd last seen her had aged her by years."Eleanor," he rasped. His throat was dry, raw. "What happened? Where a

Last Updated : 2026-08-21

The Return

POV: Scarlett---The car ride was silent.Adrian drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on Scarlett's thigh. His grip was too tight—possessive, punishing—and every time she shifted, his fingers dug deeper into her flesh. The city blurred past the windows, gray and indifferent, and Scarlett stared at the passing buildings with dry, burning eyes.She had stopped crying. The tears had run out somewhere between Eleanor's townhouse and the Manhattan Bridge, leaving behind a hollow numbness that frightened her more than the grief."You're quiet," Adrian said. His voice was calm, conversational, as if they were discussing the weather. "That's not like you. You always have so much to say."Scarlett didn't answer. She couldn't. Her throat was raw from screaming, her chest hollowed out by the look on Damian's face when he had handed her his card. I don't know you. But you don't deserve that. The words echoed in her skull like a curse.Adrian's fingers tightened on her thigh. "I as

Last Updated : 2026-08-21

The Visitor

POV: Scarlett---The days blurred together like watercolors left in the rain.Scarlett counted them by the changing light through the bedroom window—gray mornings, pale afternoons, dark nights that stretched into eternity. She slept when she could. She ate when Adrian brought her food. She stared at the ceiling when she couldn't do either, her mind drifting through fragments of memory that wouldn't cohere.No phone. No computer. No contact with the outside world.She was a ghost in her own life, haunting rooms that had never felt like home.Adrian came and went like a warden checking on his prisoner. He brought her meals on silver trays, kissed her forehead with cold lips, told her she needed rest. His voice was always gentle. His eyes were always watchful. He never mentioned Damian, never mentioned Eleanor, never mentioned the night she had run from him. It was as if it had never happened—as if she had imagined the whole thing.But she hadn't imagined it. She had the bruises to prov

Last Updated : 2026-08-23

Kidnapped

POV: Scarlett---The phone was warm in her hand, hidden beneath the loose floorboard under her side of the bed. She had only had it for three days—three days of stolen moments, of whispered conversations with Ivy, of desperate planning. Three days of believing she might actually escape.Then Adrian found it.She knew the moment he walked into the bedroom. His face was calm, too calm, and in his hand he held the burner phone like a dead thing. His blue eyes were fixed on her with an intensity that made her blood run cold."Scarlett." His voice was soft. Gentle. The voice of a man who loved his wife. "What is this?"She didn't answer. She couldn't. Her throat had closed up, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her temples."I asked you a question." He stepped closer, and she scrambled off the bed, putting distance between them. "Where did you get this? Who gave it to you?""No one." The lie came out weak, trembling. "I found it.""You found it." Adrian's smile didn't reach h

Last Updated : 2026-08-24

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