Forgotten Wife：let The Traitors Kneel Down の小説・ストーリー

Looking around I realise that Alpha Nico, and the warriors were all watching her carefully. She stands and confidently walks over the the first large tattooed man who lay unconscious on the floor, blood still leaving the wound on his shoulder. "Carn must die. The rightful Alpha must return. Carn must die. The truth will be revealed. Carn must die" she rants again before her eyes go wide, her body rigid and she collapses onto the floor next to the tattooed man.

Then I added, "I forgot we're not divorced yet. You brought the papers, right? Perfect. I was about to take some time off anyway. Once we sign them, we can head to the courthouse and make it official." Her face went ice-cold. "Unblock me." "No." "Babe." Her voice softened. "I'm sorry. Please add me back." I rolled my eyes. "I don't even know your number." Her expression changed instantly. "You don't remember my number?" "No. So what?" She gripped my shoulders like she'd finally realized something was wrong. "You... How could you forget my number? You used to know it by heart." Damn it. My heart skipped. She noticed.

The crowd, filled with reverence and loyalty, bowed their heads in acknowledgment of Capo’s words. “My dear people,” Capo began, his voice resonating with authority, “I have always believed that our strength as a family comes from the women in our lives. While my beloved wife may have tragically departed, fate has blessed us with a new queen. Margarita, the protectress of our legacy. I entrust her to your care, to be shielded and cherished as you would protect your king.”

He said as he stared at all of them who were wearing an ugly face. He approached Trisha, slapping her hard. "How dare you kidnap my wife?" Just as she was getting herself, she received another slap from Anthony who also shouted, “How dare you kidnap my fiancée? Trisha, knowing that she was doomed, quickly knelt down and started pleading, "I'm sorry, I didn't know she was your wife. Please forgive me." Kent sneered. "So what if she wasn't? You still dared to harm innocent women."

Confused, I blindly reached for the remote to unmute the channel. “—seems like not everyone is in favor of the Cole Heir’s new fiancée, as Ilana MayFeather made it extremely clear that she would not be supporting a ‘cheating bastard’ and his ‘mistress’. This has stirred outrage as many believe Madam MayFeather is taking things too far. She has since responded by stating that women who break into her personal parties deserve all the slander she’ll give to them—” Personal parties? Who wrote the script for today’s news?

Taking a step back, and then another. “What?” Roman blurted, looking like he didn’t expect those words from me. Even Bertha turned to look at me like I’d grown a second head. Right. Apparently I had knelt down and begged for his love, they seem to be forgetting I am not that woman. Yet. A niggling voice at the back of my head echoed. Will I become that woman if my memories return?

“Should I serve dinner now?” I looked at the table again, suddenly feeling stupid. Not angry, just stupid. Stupid because it only took that one, stupid word from him for me to realize that I was the only person still trying to save something that had been dying for a long time. “No,” I said quietly. “Not yet.” Not ever again, I wanted to add, because what was even the point anymore? Silence settled over the foyer as Mrs. Lewis walked away. Vivian looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

“Where am I?” He leans forward, revealing tension across his forehead that doesn’t match his controlled tone. “My name is Elio Castellano.” His hand reaches for mine but stops short of touching. “You really don’t remember anything?” “Nothing.” Tears sting my eyes as emptiness expands inside my head where memories should live. “Not even my own name.” “Aleta. Aleta Castellano. You’re my wife.” Wife? The word finds no purchase among my blank memories. I study his face, searching for recognition that refuses to surface.

She had probably thought that 10 years of marriage would at least keep me from being too ruthless. So, she had begun a series of clumsy performances. She had deliberately come to the entrance of my apartment building and, under the watchful eyes of security guards and neighbors, had dropped to her knees with a loud thud. She had cried hysterically, tears streaming down her face. "Felix! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! It was all Kyle’s fault! That bastard deceived me! He sweet-talked and seduced me! I didn’t know what came over me! For the sake of our 10 years of marriage, can you forgive me this once? Please don’t divorce me. We can go back to the way we were."