Forget About My Husband Novels & Stories

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

Her fingers curled around her water glass as the memories flared in her mind like wildfire. “And I hope he stays in there,” she muttered under her breath, as if cursing Andy would erase the years of emotional wreckage. “Oh no, Viv,” Anna frowned deeply, shaking her head. “You can’t say that. I know he wasn’t the best husband—far from it—but he’s still my husband. I don’t wish him dead.” Vivian threw up her hands. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry.” “Ahem… Ahem,” someone cleared their throat nearby.

Whenever I voiced my discomfort about Chloe’s lack of boundaries, Alexander would use the same old gaslighting line: "Why is your mind so dirty? She’s just my sister! Stop being so paranoid. It’s pathetic." In this house, it seemed Alexander and the kids loved me, but every action they took proved their loyalty belonged to Chloe. I silently placed the casserole on the dining table, glancing at the "perfect couple" on the TV screen. A self-deprecating smirk touched my lips. If you four are the real family, then I’ll gladly step aside. I turned and went upstairs to the master bedroom, pulling the divorce papers I’d printed out days ago from my drawer. I signed my name under "Petitioner" with a

Noelle shot him a look of pure loathing, wrapped her arm around me, and we walked away, leaving him behind. I glanced back to see him standing there, a picture of loneliness. As our eyes met, he seemed to want to speak but thought better of it. "What's on your mind?" Noelle asked. I turned away and whispered to Noelle, "That's my husband?" "Ex-husband," she corrected firmly. "Don't bother trying to remember. It's best to forget him. He's not worth it."

She relaxes and shrugs her one shoulder. "Did something happen?" I feel her voice cracking. I glance down at her. There are tears in her eyes, "My wife is not weak." I cup the side of her face. "I'm looking so happy with you in all the pictures. Why can't I remember anything? I want to forget him. All I remember is related to him, not you?" Another tear slips down and then more, "You don't know. How does it feel! I hate myself." "Have you thought about me? My wife talks about her E... He's not your Ex. He's no one to you." I say to her,

If I continued seeing him, he would think we could be more than friends again. What happened last month made me realized that we all made mistakes, no one was correct, no one was perfect, but that didn't mean that we should let ourselves commit sins over and over again. "Forget your husband, Sydney, Forget Neil. He's Cal now. He's happy in his current life." "But why?" I whispered-yelled. "He's my husband! I can't find any reason for me to leave him. And, I can also sense that he is trying his best to remember me."

“You’re underestimating your husband if you think he doesn’t want what’s best for you.” “It’s not about guilt,” I say, feeling my voice rise slightly as emotion floods through me. “I want to be there for him. I need to be. He might not even remember everything, but I do. I remember what we’ve been through, and I can’t just leave him to struggle alone. Even if it’s just for six months. When the stress is too much. He forgets everything again. It has happened once.”

(Lydia) Today marked two months since I last saw Thomas, my husband. My heart raced as I remembered the harsh words he’d flung at me the last time he stormed out. “I wish I never met you.” Those searing words had been endlessly echoing in my mind since that dreadful day. The shrill ring of the phone jolted me from my painful reverie. I glanced at the caller ID and my breath caught. It was Thomas. With trembling fingers, I answered. “H-hello?”

BEATRICE: My ex-husband heaved a long sigh, and said, "It was nothing, Beatrice. Forget it." Forget it? How could I do that? How could I forget something like that? Whatever he was acting was not something that I could just forget right now, since it made me hopeful that maybe…just maybe my ex-husband had an inkling of feelings for me. I was pathetic, right? Couldn’t I learn from my past? "You're getting annoying, you know that?" I asked. “No. Just popping into our lives after five years made you already irritated.”

I said as I stood. Wait. What? Husband? Date? Enjoying? Eternity? Have I lost my senses? How come even I think about it! Because I am not blessed enough for having them. I am just fucked up! Have I just lost my mind for even trying to dream? You hate him, for everything he have done, How can you forget that? "Let's go for a movie. " I said reminding myself to only say this much. As I went to pick my bag and my phone rang.