Forget My Husband I'll Go Make Money Chapter 62 Novels & Stories

I had once lived a luxurious life. I had a large house. I had a wealthy husband. I had a life that made many people jealous. So why had everything turned out like this? I bit my lip hard. My thoughts drifted back to that day. The day I saw Sienna and her family laughing on the beach. Every detail was still clear in my memory. Noah's expression. His laughter. Then came the impact. Crash. I immediately squeezed my eyes shut. A whisper escaped my lips. "No." I didn't want to remember it. The memory kept forcing its way back.

“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

Jenny's face was flashing before my eyes every time. I feel guilty towards her. But I am helpless!!!. I love Jenny and will only continue to love her. Why...? Why did you leave me? I know I am a bad husband... But why did you let me marry someone else? How am I supposed to forget you? No... I cannot. I drank so much till I can forget the pain. I don't remember after that. END OF FLASHBACK*** I tried to open my eyes as it felt a little heavy. My body felt some weight as I frowned a little. I opened my eyes to see as I saw Patricia was sleeping while Hugging me!!!!

he said to me with narrowed eyes. I closed my eyes and sat on the bed again and look around. I bit my lower lip when I found out that I am inside my old room before we got married. I suddenly felt tightness in my chest. Here I am at my husband's house but I am not treated as his wife because he doesn't remember me anymore. I took a deep breath to stop the tears that wanted to escape from my eyes. It's really painful when fate makes a joke in our life. We can't do anything about it but accept the reality. This is our fate. If we are meant for each other we will be together in the end. I closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down.

She has been using the company money carelessly and now it is going bankrupt. “I see you haven’t healed even though it has been four years,” The corner of her lips curved into a wicked smile, her words like an arrow, stabbing me right in the heart without mercy. “ How I spend the money is none of your business, dear. I know you’re still bitter because my dear husband left everything for me.” She laughed as though that was the funniest joke of the year. Well, to her it was a joke. However, to me it was something that I would never joke about.

“How’s that even possible when I didn’t consent to anything.” “You are my wife, so it’s easy to work things out.” I continued to stare at my husband in disbelief. “Are you insane? Why would you even….” I was saying, then stopped. “Yeah! I knew you were going to freak out, that’s why I didn’t say anything.” “Of course, I’m going to freak out.” I continued to glare at my husband. “Who the hell does that? Your money, your hard work, years of sweat, and you decided to toss them away as though they mean nothing to you?”

Was my effort falling short? If she's the one who gave up, perhaps we truly aren't meant for each other. Moreover, Maureen also relies on me. She was the one I genuinely loved. My family was furious with me because of Myla's leaving. My head frequently throbs with pain. In the second week after Myla left, I lost consciousness due to an intense headache. Upon regaining consciousness, the forgotten portion of my memory came back. God! I love my wife! Shit! I feel a profound regret. If only I had clasped her hands, she wouldn't have left me. Expressing my love could have prevented her from leaving me.

Funny how I can’t remember this man ever defending me, funny how I can’t remember this man ever calling me his daughter-in-law. “You should leave,” Mrs. Henderson said, “I don’t want to see you around my son.” “Your son is my husband!” I didn’t know when I yelled at her. “He might be your husband but he doesn’t remember that! My son is suffering from memory loss, and any mistake can cost him his life.” Mrs. Henderson grabbed me by the arm, “Wouldn’t you rather watch your husband be happy as long as he is healthy, or would you rather become a widow?”

“He’s been thinking about it for weeks.” “You don’t know that.” “I know my husband.” Cassidy looked at her for a long moment. “What do you want to do?” Helena thought about the rosemary chicken. About learning to make it without lemon because he’d mentioned once, casually, the way he mentioned most things, that the lemon was too sharp. She thought about looking up when his key hit the door. About the pause before I’m happy. About two years of a marriage she had believed in it completely.