Novel & Cerita Forgotten Wife：let The Traitors Kneel Down

I tried to remember what had happened a while ago when I said something unusual to Lea after waking up. Could it have something to do with Giana? What was I like during my marriage to Giana? Unfortunately, I had no idea at all. I pressed the intercom to call Noah into the room. The man appeared in front of me within seconds. “Yes, Sir.” “Do you remember the data I asked you to delete back then?” “Ah, yes. The chat logs and files related to your ex-wife? Is there still a file somewhere in your cloud, Sir? I can—”

“Fine. I’ll leave. But when the day comes that you discover what really happened, I hope it won’t be too late. Because that day, you’ll regret it. A lot.” Alejandro let out a harsh laugh devoid of joy. “Regret it? Never. I don’t kneel before a traitor.” Valentina felt the tears burn her cheeks once again. “I’m not a traitor. I’m the woman who married you even though I knew you only wanted me as a substitute.”

He smiled, and for a moment, I saw something cold and calculating behind the warmth. "Why, the truth, of course. The truth that you're refusing to see." He released my shoulder and walked back to his desk. "Your wife was found in the company of a traitor. She attacked my men. She resisted arrest. These are facts, Dustan. Facts you can't simply wish away." "She was visiting her teacher—"

The entanglement of his muscular legs with hers seemed to create an inescapable web, effectively trapping her naked form. Yet, with each passing moment, the embrace began to suffocate her, squeezing the air out of her lungs and serving as a constant reminder of the horrors that had unfolded. It was a chilling reminder of the atrocities committed by these very hands, the countless lives that had been mercilessly killed. The weight of their actions pressed heavily upon her, a burden that seemed impossible to shake. Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair.

I have revealed all the secrets in front of you before making any move on you. "Though I didn't choose the right path, yet I can't deny that I truly love you. That's why I pursued you even at the risk of sacrificing everything." "I admit that I will never marry you, but in my heart, you will always hold the place of my wife. People might call you my mistress, but I will always treat you as my queen." After saying this, Jack came on the top and pressed Sarah beneath her. But before he could kiss her, suddenly Nichole kicked him down there. He fell on the floor unable to believe what just happened.

"Besides, you can't possibly prefer that widow; you're just using her, aren't you?" "It's none of your business." "Just from your answer, I already know that you haven't forgotten me. I didn't expect you still harbor feelings for me." Bhuvi turned around, looked sharply at the woman, and walked towards her. A victorious smile was evident on the face of the woman in the mini dress. "I harbor feelings? I haven't forgotten you? Since you left, I've already forgotten you. Moreover, I'd rather be with a widow than a virgin with the feelings of a widow like you, Issabella."

Liam was not only remembering, he also had no idea that he was falling for the same woman all over again. I felt sad for him. His facial expression looke happy but i knew the truth and I knew that this was bad news on a good day. The universe was cruel. It just could not allow this young man to have a break. How do you fall in love with the same woman twice even after your memories have been washed away. It didnt make sense why the universe would make that happen. I turned away from him, pretending to scan the room. My voice was like ice now. “You’re married, Mr. Callahan. Or did that slip your mind while you were dreaming of fires and vows?”

Because standing by the window, looking out at the city with her back to me, was a woman I didn't recognize. But something about her posture. Her height. The way she held herself. She turned around. And my entire world stopped. Because Jaxon Romano, the man who remembered every business deal, every competitor, every threat... didn't recognize his own wife. Fate, it seemed, had a sense of irony.

Yet it was the kind she longed for since she met him all those months ago. “Hey Quinn? I need, I need a favor. It’s for my magic. I’ve hit rock bottom. I can't produce any magic without more energy” she says looking desperate. “What is it?” He asks. “Well can we try to trigger another memory? Or uh” she points downward on him hinting towards intimacy. “I’d prefer the memory thing even if it’s a bad one” she says hoping that’s what he’ll pick. He nods “We can try. Trust me?” He asks her needing a verbal yes. She nods. “Say it Iris” he demands. “I trust you, Quinn. Now what’s going on, what are you going to do” she gets a little scared and worried.

For those who know that sometimes, the greatest kind of love isn’t loud or perfect. It’s the kind that stays. The kind that fights. The kind that waits. From my pen to your heart. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your tears, and your hope. Always writing for you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright & Disclaimer © Ernest Brooks. All rights reserved. The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), real-life events, or experiences is purely coin