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

“My ethereal wife. The most beautiful creature in the world. I still can’t believe I won her.” He laughed again, and I forced my smile to stay put. Won me. I wasn't a partner; I was a trophy, a prize in a bet he’d likely cheated to win. “Eat, wife. Eat,” he commanded. I served myself with trembling precision, terrified that a single dropped fork would shatter the peace. “Alpha Draven, last night was fun,” Lady Selene said, her voice dripping with a mocking sweetness. “But you know you are meant to apologize to your wife, right?”

The clearing had been prepared with the same careful formality as a wedding, which felt, to Elira, like the cruelest possible detail. White stones marked a wide circle at the center of the training grounds, council representatives from three territories seated along its edge, Thornveil's entire pack gathered in a dense ring behind them, and above it all, a moon just short of full, watching the way it always seemed to now, patient and unreadable.

“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

“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."

One of my assistants, hired by Uncle Blake’s fiancée, was consoling a prominent alpha’s wife whose face was streaked with tears and mascara smudged all over her cheeks. “I’ve given him everything,” she sobbed, wiping her nose with a tissue my assistant handed her. “But he keeps cheating. I’m Luna, and I can’t leave. I’ve fallen in love with the position. What would I be without it? Everyone would mock me.” My assistant leaned closer, her voice soft and soothing. “What do you want?” The alpha's wife hesitated, biting her lip. “I... I want to forget. Just for one night.” She lowered her voice even more, but I could still hear. “I heard there are young, healthy men here who help with that.”

Her body trembled slightly as she locked eyes with her husband, her voice wavering yet filled with iron resolve. “Our marriage is over. But remember this, Vick… the universe will not stand idle. My downfall will mark the beginning of yours. I’ll make sure you regret this for the rest of your life.” Without waiting for a reply, Amora turned sharply. Her steps echoed fast and heavy as she left her own house, leaving behind a suffocating tension that wrapped around everyone present.