Forgotten Wife：let The Traitors Kneel Down Novels & Stories

“History repeats itself when people are too weak to change it, Slade. You always were… sentimental. So easy to break when it came to people you loved… You always loved too deeply.” My tongue pressed hard against the back of my teeth. I tasted copper where I’d bitten the inside of my cheek without realizing. “Leave me alone, Slade,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, the mask of coldness slipping to reveal her anger. “I’m about to do just that. Just stay away from me, my wife, and my children.”

He asks. Oh wow. After all I did, he is trying to forget, and act like yesterday never happened. I am so lucky. Natalia thought with a mental sigh. Natalia drops onto her hands and knees in front of him. “I am so sorry about what happened yesterday, my love. Please, I need you to forgive me.” Natalia begs, slowly raising her hands towards his, before dropping them at the last minute. “You understand that you were wrong?” Noah asks with a low, but condescending tone. Natalia nods and stands up, reaching for his hands slowly, as if seeking permission to do so.

I watched it all with cold eyes, questioning what kind of woman Hailey really was, the one I had once loved so dearly. She repeated, “Troy, it’s still not too late if you apologize now!” Mr. Spencer chimed in, “Troy, even if you dress in a king's cloak, you’d still be a beggar! The evidence my daughter holds must be worth something to your family’s rivals!” Seeing my unchanging expression, Hailey, frustrated, unlocked her phone, and projected the video onto the screen. The footage showed me in a bathrobe at the club, moving anxiously. My eyes were full of worry for her.

the man replied evenly. The tension between them snapped tight instantly. Kieran’s jaw clenched. “That’s my wife, " he said. His tone was sharp with ownership. "Step aside.” My heart pounded harder. The word wife felt like chains tightening around me I shook my head weakly. Tears slipped down the sides of my face. “No…" I whispered. "Please…” The stranger glanced down at me briefly. Just for a second.. It was enough. He saw it. The fear. The desperation. The truth.

Her determination to make amends with her loving husband grew stronger, temporarily forgetting her own secret affair. Sonya returned to the study because she couldn't find Gito on the terrace—she knocked on the door again softly, her voice gentle but urgent, "Gito? Sir? Are you in there? Open up... I'm looking for you. I'm sorry, sir," she said, turning the knob again, but it was still locked.

“Don’t forget, I did warn you that I can’t let you keep Anzi. I hate to keep anything from a dear, supportive friend such as you, but this is different. Violetta—that’s your name, right? Good—Violetta’s unattached, and I’m more than happy to give her to you as a souvenir to remember me by. She’s also got, what do they call it? Classical training. And I hear from time to time that the skills of anyone in my harem border on magical. Hands, mouth, all.” Anzi’s skin crawled. She was still busy trying to split her vigil between everyone, especially Oza who had just taken up Letti’s recently vacated seat, but listening to Tet speak of Letti as if she were no more than a toy to be enjoyed made her

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“Let me make something very clear. Isabella is my wife. I am not distancing myself from her. I am not hiding her. And I will not pretend she does not exist for the comfort of investors.” Silence filled the room. “If choosing my wife causes discomfort,” he continued, “then I accept that. This company was built on loyalty. I refuse to abandon it now.” No one argued. They could not. Across the city, Isabella met her friends for lunch. Maya and Lina chose a quiet restaurant, but even there, eyes followed her. “People are staring,” Maya whispered. “Let them,” Isabella replied calmly. A woman at a nearby table whispered something. Another lifted her phone, pretending to check messages while clearl

Roby replied. "Which husband am I supposed to respect, Roby? Do you really think you deserve my respect? A husband who chose to betray me? Even when his beloved wife was struggling between life and death?" "We are still husband and wife, Natasya. So you must follow my orders. Return the jewelry to Larisa, before—" "Before what?" Natasya challenged him. She stood quite close to Camila. She was clearly looking for an opening while her mother-in-law was off guard.