Forget About My Husband Novels & Stories

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.

"I'm sorry about last night. I'm trying to be better." I laughed, but not in a nice way. "Maybe you should stay away from me. I don't like being around you right now." Lucy looked hurt. "How can you say that to your wife?" "Wife?" I said. "I don't even know what that word means anymore." Lucy got mad again. "You mean like Clara? The wife you cheated on with me?" I felt bad when she said Clara's name. I remembered the day I made Clara leave.

Beatrice POV I know everyone is facing this battle in their own way, everyone is hiding their feelings so as not to break down.But how could I not break, he's my husband, my friend, my partner since forever. How do I say goodbye to someone who has been with me my whole life, who has loved me since forever? How did he deal with this alone all by himself? Without me by his side? Uncontrollably tears just kept pouring from my eyes whenever I had any minute to myself.

“That boy is stubborn. If we don’t stop this now, he’ll drag this disgrace even further.” Her husband looked at her for a long moment before replying quietly, “You shouldn’t meddle too deeply in his heart.” Her eyes flashed. “A foolish heart can destroy a family’s future. I won’t let that happen. Not this time.” She turned sharply, her voice cold with resolve. “We’re speaking to Arga today. I want to hear the truth straight from his mouth.” --- A few hours later, in Arga’s office. The sound of high heels echoed against the marble floor before the door was flung open.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

She was a woman who had chosen not to get married, preferring to earn money instead and travel around the world to see all its beautiful sights. She lived the life I dreamed of. “The best way to move away from a bad relationship is to get into a new one. Trust me. A fit, handsome foreigner is really good.” I simply smiled and said nothing. I did some mental calculations and found that I only had twenty-three days left of the one month the doctor said I had. … At South Hill Cemetery, Matthew stood in front of a tombstone with Henry Foster’s name engraved on it. His face was pale, and his stomach churned before he vomited on the ground out of stress and sadness.

He seduced her playfully. Soon, Pablo’s mouth was exploring his wife’s intimacy, whose taste had always been a delight to him; however, they had been distant for so long that he had forgotten how much he loved kissing, licking, and sucking her there. For her part, Jimena surrendered to the pleasure her husband offered her, forgetting all the negative feelings that had overwhelmed her during those days when he had treated her coldly. Although memories invaded her mind to warn her that the tears he caused her outnumbered the happy moments, she sought more than one justification not to tarnish that moment, and thus keep alive the hope that everything would change between them and they would be

"Why I did what I did, I have no memories of it!!" “Convenient,” He stated, unbothered by my yelling. I stood up, my breathing accelerating. “Listen to me, I don’t care who you are and what the fuck is your problem… but you can’t just sit there and judge my relationship with my own husband. I don’t know what happened in the past, but I know about my present. And my future. I will never leave him ever again, no matter what." "Really? You sure about that?"

“I barely recognise you! Your glasses… if it weren’t for those chubby cheeks, I wouldn’t have known it was you.” “Huh. I know you fell, but did you hit your head that hard?” Martha asked, slightly agitated.. “There is so much I have to tell you, Martha. Please, come inside,” June said, leading her to the living room. She placed a pillow on her lap and raised her gaze slowly to meet Martha’s. “I think I have to start by telling you about the memory loss.” Martha leaned in, startled. “Memory loss?” “Yes, Martha. I remember only as far back as our senior year in high school,” she confessed, taking a deep breath. “I don’t remember my husband or ever being married. This house… everything is so ne