Forgotten Wife：let The Traitors Kneel Down Mga Nobela at Kwento

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—"

Alaric wearily leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest. But just as I closed my eyes, in the pitch-black field of vision, the face of my long-lost wife suddenly flashed before me. She was wearing a white dress, with her long hair flowing down. That face, carved by time, unexpectedly became incredibly young. She walked up to him, her lips slightly parted, and her voice, like a seductive melody from hell, said, "Husband, those who betray true love should swallow ten thousand silver needles." He laughed wildly, "Madam really loves to joke."

“Not because I owe you an explanation, but because I demand clarity in my court.” I held up the forged letter from the day before—the one claiming I had been conspiring with traitors. “This paper was slid beneath my chamber door,” I said, raising it high. “No name. No seal. Cowardice wrapped in ink. And yet it reached the mouths of many.” I walked down the stairs again, deliberately. “To those who chose to believe it—remember your titles are not shields,” I said. “Your loyalty is not a gift to be tossed in the air like petals—it is a vow.”

“When the estate called and told him you’d collapsed, he drove out there right away. Since then, no one has seen the butler who was in charge that night.” A chill ran through me. To everyone else, it would sound like devotion. A man who removed anyone who failed his wife. I closed my eyes. This marriage, his man, this name make me suffocating.This man. They wrapped around me like walls. I rested my hand over my belly. If I stayed, this child would grow up inside those walls. I couldn’t allow that. But before I left— I needed his signature to end this marriage. Mafia Marriage From Betrayal to Obsession

Warning: Mature content. Please proceed if you are 18 years old and above. Her head hung low as she heard her husband’s frustration in his deep sigh. His hands went to massage his forehead, but nothing could smoothen the crease in it as he realized his wife just committed treason and failed. That was the frustrating part. She failed. Now they reap the consequences of the crime she sowed. “I’m sorry,” said Clara. “It was a fool-proof plan! I never expected that mad dog or whatever, to suddenly jump inside and kill all of my men! He’s truly crazy! How dare he—I’m royalty!”

“If I told you Claudia actually said the words ‘we need you to pretend to be his wife again,’ would you buy me chocolate cake?” Theresia snorted. Jasmine nearly choked on her tea. “Excuse me, WHAT?” “You’re not joking, right?” “Unfortunately, no,” I said, grabbing the menu. “You… you have to play wife again?” Jasmine repeated, like she needed confirmation that I was actually living inside a soap opera plot and not real life. “Yup. Full package. Fancy house, missing memories, hot husband who forgot he used to be a bastard.” Theresia leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “Hold up. Wait. So he forgot literally everything, but the part that stuck was you… as his wife?”

“Grace, we need to get you to a hospital, we will talk about this later…” “They’re the traitors, Kiara, my husband and Natasha are the traitors…”

"What are you saying about him?" The maids gasped, taken aback by her boldness. One of them couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. "What's it to you?" she sneered. "Your husband is a traitor, isn't he? If your husband is a traitor, then, you are automatically what? A traitor's wife." Cleo's eyes blazed with indignation as she defended her husband's honor. "How dare you call him that! Theseus, my husband is not a traitor. He's a good man and he'll always be."

one of the maids pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks. The other maid nodded vigorously in agreement, her voice barely audible as she begged forgiveness. They knelt, continuously bowing their heads, hoping Jared would show mercy. After all, they knew they had committed a grave mistake, knowing the price they would pay for their brash actions. The room fell silent as Jared's stern gaze lingered on the trembling maids. His expression was unyielding despite their pleas, and his judgment was final. "Let me clarify this to both of you; Julia is my only wife. She's the only match for me."

Another silence followed. Then Alison delivered the final blow. "The withdrawal was authorized using Alex's credentials." Patricia felt the floor vanish beneath her. Outside, lightning split the night sky above Nakuru. And somewhere in the darkness, her husband was disappearing with another woman—and every cent they had left.