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

Kem I suggest you prepare for the next outcome and that will be kicked out of the company… Jae will definitely find a reason to kick you out of the building… No I must simply win Jae back over with my charms… She has no memory of me and she clearly does not have any interest in her husband… I suggest you move on and let her be because of her husband finds out you will probably lose your life… Jae was seated in the car as her husband drove…Josh do you regret marrying me?

I need something to make me forget my previous conversation with Mom. “Are you pertaining to yourself?” I asked while raising an eyebrow. “I don't need you.” “I am your husband. You will need me someday.” “In paper,” I corrected. “And it will stay that way. The only time I will need you is when you sign the divorce papers.” He gave me a blank look. “After you pay for your parent's debt, which will not happen sooner. You're jobless.” Which reminded me that I needed to have a job. Maybe two or three?

she replied. “Stacey, I can’t remember anything about myself. If you live poor like this, it must be because of me too. That means I, as a husband, cannot provide a good life for you and our child. Forgive me. I don’t know when the memories of our past can return. Every time I try to remember, my head hurts so bad,” I said. Stacey took my hand. “Don’t push yourself. One day you will remember it too. Soon it will be time for dinner. I’m going to the kitchen to cook. What would you like to eat?”

"You will really lose it if you lose her this time. Be patient " "What if she doesn't wake up? God! I need a cigarette " "Mind what you say ! She has the best doctor in the states, they would cough out all the money we have invested if anything should happen to her. " "I just honestly hope that she doesn't remember anything when she wakes up" my husband said and I wonder why he did say that Perhaps he made a mistake Infront of me in the past and would be embarrassed or he thinks I would still be mad at him.

His other hand grips my hip, pressing just enough to hurt. I nod, trying to act unbothered, though my chest tightens with emotions I can’t name. His grip on my throat intensifies, strong enough to remind me of his dominance, not enough to take my breath away. His face inches closer, his warm, controlled breath brushing my lips. “And what did you do with the money, my dear wife?” “I opened a flower shop,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “I want to be stable when I give birth. I don’t need you or your money. Let me go, or I’ll file a case against you.”

Calvin Yale, my husband, didn't visit me even a single time before I died. It wasn't until three days after I had died that he bothered to step into his stepmother, Margaret Sommer's ward. "Where's Clarissa? Get her out here now," Calvin ordered. Margaret lay in the hospital bed, her pale eyes dull and lifeless. She mumbled, "Clare's dead." Calvin furrowed his brow and scoffed. "You're saying someone like her, who's always fighting to stay alive, would actually die? Did she find out Jenna lost vision in her right eye and needed her help, so she went and hid?"

I chucked it away from me. "It's my report." Mini said, holding it. I thinned my lips, "Are you here to blackmail me? Go ahead." "No, Evie." She tried to hold my hand. I pushed myself away from her. I stared at her, "I don't care about anything. After three months he'll know the truth. You can tell him now. I have nothing to lose." Her eyes turned glassy, " Evie! You don't understand." "I understand everything. My husband lost his memory. His. Family kept me away from him. He was sleeping with beautiful models and actresses. It's good news for. His wife. Right?" I said sarcastically.

I pulled back and wiped my tears off my face, “It’s quite possible that he did in fact not love me—“ I breathed and then continued, “But the accident gave him amnesia and he didn’t remember me. I tried so hard to make him remember. I chased after him for months. That’s when the twins were conceived. And then he … he just divorced me.” I looked at Mama, my lashes dripping wet. “I’ve been raising the twins alone. I didn’t – still don’t -- want anything from him. But he reappeared in my life and bought the theater company where I work.” I rubbed my eyes, wiping away the tears and took a deep breath, “But I can’t very well deny the children their father especially now that he’s here, right?” Mam

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

It’s like me admitting how weak I can be. It feels like I’m surrendering myself to their manipulation, the life that I had already turned my back on ever since I managed to escape from my father and Tyron. I force myself to smile at Fia, “Where’s my husband now, Fia?” From arranging the flower pot, Fia looked at me with confusion in her eyes. “Mrs. Menzel, don’t you remember that your husband told you he’ll be in his office for an online meeting with the investors abroad?”