Forget About My Husband Novels & Stories

"He stays. Make it clear, no gossip, no harassment, and no retaliation." "Yes, sir." I end the call. Elias watches me. "Why did you say that?" I do not hesitate. "Because he matters." The answer surprises even me. Even without memory, he matters. Evening falls slowly. I do not leave, I do not work, and I do not move, I just sit there staring at my phone. His number is already saved from HR records: Avelin Mirei. My husband. My thumb hovers over the screen. I wonder what I should even say. Am I sorry I forgot you? Am I sorry I abandoned you? Am I sorry I did not recognise the man I apparently loved? Nothing feels like enough.

And then there was a random dance, random music, and a random singer appeared before my eyes. Am I dead, or what? Why am I seeing people dancing and singing as if they have no worries or concerns? What the fuck is happening? Am I the only one who doesn't know what's going on here? Is this the end of the world? But just a while ago, we were talking about the disappearance of my husband, right? God, why do I keep calling him my husband when we ended the contract years ago? To be honest, we didn't even get married in the first place because it was just a contract. So maybe I'm crazy for calling him my husband, or maybe it's just my innate desire.

“Callista… do you remember the accident?” “The one that happened five years ago.” Something flickered at the edge of my memory but it slipped away before I could grab it. My chest rose and fell faster. “So let me get this straight,” I said slowly. “My husband married my best friend…” My voice hardened. “…and I’m the only idiot who didn’t know I wasn’t even married anymore?”

I questioned and he leaned closer as he signaled for me to come closer. “Why don't you find someone else? Another woman that'll keep you company and make you forget about your wife.” He suggested and I chuckled as I stared at him blankly. “You don't understand, Doc. I love my wife with all my heart. I need to lose my memory so that I can forget all the bad things that happened. I don't want to look at her and remember the things she did. I don't want to look at her and feel regret or hurt.”

'Some things can't easily be forgotten' ? How can he say that to my face after forgetting me for twelve years?? "Meghan's husband passed and she was about to Move away For Good and i-" he continued his explanation but I stopped him. I didn't think I wanted to hear anymore because at that point, the rest of the story was quite obvious. Regardless of the fact that Adrian and I were now in the picture, they both made their choices and it wasn't us. "How could you easily walk away from your child?" I questioned and didn't care anymore that I was now in tears.

“Well… you’re my mom and I really hope we could be…” “Jamin.” She cut me off gently but firmly. “There’s no easier way to say this. But I have to. My husband doesn’t know about you or that I’ve been married before. And I intend to keep it that way. I had a quite painful past and I just want to forget all about it.” The words settled over me like cold water. She wanted to forget. She wanted to forget the years that included me. Tears filled my eyes so quickly I had to look down at the table to hide them. I fought hard to keep them from falling. My throat burned.

I could pretend nothing happened and just act like the usual but there is something in me that wants me to cry and throw a tantrum. Why can’t I just remember it? I actually thought it would be better not to remember it at all since I think it would be so stupid that I’ll just choose death than to live another day. That’s not true but anyway, I bet that’ll be embarrassing enough to make me uncomfortable whenever I’ll be with Gavin. I mean, it’s him right? No. I’m sure it’s Gavin. There’s no way I’m gonna do ‘that’ with anyone. I mean, yes it’s still not right since we were just married by force and by contract but I feel relieved thinking that it is still my husband.

At the girl who thought love meant staying. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll call him.” That night, from a secure line, I dialed. He picked up on the first ring. “Wife,” he said. “Don’t call me that.” “Why? The court still says we’re married.” He sounded amused. “Did you like the video? I thought it was very romantic.” “You’re going to prison, David.” “Am I?” A rustle. Like he was sitting down. “Tell me something, Sarah. Why did you take the USB? Why not just leave it?”

For the past seven years, I was simply not the one he loved. In that single moment, seven years of marriage became an absolute joke.

Most days, I barely noticed the weather because my life revolved around meetings and long hours at the office. After five years of marriage to Sophia Sinclair, I realized she didn't enjoy outdoor activities either. As far as I could remember, I had only truly enjoyed a sunny day once,with the woman who was once my wife five years ago. The woman I had tried so hard to forget, yet she always found a way to stay in my thoughts. Ariana remained in my memory no matter how hard I tried to forget her. "Sir?" Dain called, glancing at me when I didn't respond.