Forgotten Wife：let The Traitors Kneel Down Novels & Stories

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."

Grief with no right to exist for a stranger, for one night, for the girl who had hoped the world contained men who held women like that. He had found someone. He loved her the way I had spent eight years waiting to be loved. And here I stood. Roberta Riggs. Wife of Jace Riggs. Billionaire. Architect of his fortune—visible to no one. Trapped. Buried alive. Unhappily married to a man who had never once stood beside me in public. The stretcher disappeared through another set of doors. Brett followed without looking back. Then the gurney came back out.

"She is the one who set up the entire scenario that led to me running to Germany in the first place.” I walked toward him, my eyes narrowed, forcing him to accept my focus. “She used her own husband's stroke as a curtain to execute the perfect financial exit. She is the one who is currently coordinating with Voss to invoke the Marriage Mandate. Jason was just a stupid, greedy scapegoat. She’s the architect of the betrayal.”

She clung tightly to him as tears streamed down her face. Suddenly— Kring… kring… KRINGGG! Both Elijah’s and Lejandro’s phones rang at almost the same time. Elijah turned away, stepping aside to take his call. “Hello?” “How are you, my beloved wife?” a man greeted from the other end of the line. “W-who are you? I don’t know you— and I certainly don’t have any other husband aside from Lejandro! Stop messing with me!” “Oh? You’ve already forgotten me? After the child we made together— something your precious husband could never give you? You forgot me that easily? How fascinating, my dear Furtiza.”

“You are not family! You are the whore Cassian brought in off the street! I have been here for decades! I married into this family, I birthed a child and I have grandchildren, I worked for this family! You just got in and started tearing us down. I will not let this act of treason slide! This is the end of your little game, witch!” I lifted my chin, staring down the barrel of the gun. The fear was a cold knot in my stomach, but the urge to win, even this terrifying confrontation, was stronger. “It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been here, Lady Dowager,” I countered, a chilling edge entering my voice. “What matters is that I am the First Lady. I am Cassian Moretti’s wife. I am a member of the

“If I had known your wife is your weakness , you would have died by now but lets correct my mistake “ Ethan signalled his men . Michal's wife was standing in a big glass room , she couldn’t see outside but people could see her clearly . Ethan smirks when a big heavy Concrete square is crashed on her head .. “No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Michal tried to run to his wife but he was pushed down on his knees by Cable and Jack who was laughing as Devastated self of Michale. “You dare to touch my wife and my father , did you really forget who I am? This will be a reminder not for you but for others to never mess with my Royal family .

To run far, far away, until no one could find me again. My voice came out a broken whisper. “What happens… what happens to the women who don’t pass the test?” Poppy’s expression darkened, her voice dropping lower, as if she herself was terrified. “Then you don’t get to sleep with His Majesty. And if you don’t share his bed, you’re not really his concubine. You become a Forgotten.” The word rang in my ears like a curse.