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—"

The hall erupted, finally, into something Elira could only describe as relief made audible — murmured astonishment, quiet applause, the particular exhausted joy of witnesses who'd watched history reshape itself in real time and were only now allowing themselves to believe it had actually happened. Wren rose one final time, her composed formality finally, fully breaking into something openly moved. "The pact against the Kestrel bloodline is hereby formally reconsidered," she announced, voice carrying clear and certain across the celebrating hall. "Elira Voss and any Kestrel bearer who may resurface after her are recognized as full members of whatever pack or territory they call home, free of

“And stop fucking talking when I’m speaking. Do as you’re told.” “I’m not going anywhere,” I said, voice steadier than I felt. “This is my room too.” Zeden’s head snapped toward me. “Your room? Funny. I don’t remember giving a traitor any rights in my house.” “Do you not remember what you told me before all this?” I stepped closer, refusing to back down. “You said I shouldn’t even step foot in the kitchen anymore. That I didn’t know how to cook, that I was useless at it, and you wanted me as far from domestic shit as possible. You made me your wife, Zeden. Not your maid. And I’m not playing wife — I am your wife. The mother of your children. It’s a fucking shame you suddenly can’t remember t

“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.”