Novel & Cerita Forgotten Wife：let The Traitors Kneel Down

Some version of finally. Her phone buzzed. Lewis: I'm sorry. Truly. Let me make it up to you. She didn't respond. Another one: Please don't be like this. Like this. Like a wife who wanted to be remembered. Like a woman who'd spent four hours in the dark. She turned her phone face-down. The bedroom door opened. Lewis stood there — jacket off, tie gone, the face of a man who'd decided to try again. "We need to talk about this," he said.

Why would I forgive a cheater? Anna didn’t cheat because I didn’t give her what she needed. She did it despite me giving her everything. That was the height of ungratefulness. Pushing aside my fury for the sake of my daughter, I raised my hand and knocked. There was no answer so I knocked again. The door finally opened and a pretty woman stepped out. She had long hair, dyed red. Her eyes roamed over me as she pretended to fix the loose top that fell off her shoulder. She smiled, seemingly satisfied with what she was saying.

“Oh don’t bother, they won’t even obey you because they don’t remember you. This cost me a great fortune but it’s worth it “ said Kim sounding pleased “What did you do to my men? I questioned her and she took her time by opening a lollipop and kicked halfway through before she turned around to answer me. “Did you remember that time that you couldn’t remember anything about your whore ?” She asked and I had to breath hard and tighten my knuckles for control “She’s going to be my wife and not a whore. If you can’t stand calling her my fiancée, at least you know her name is Nina '' I gritted because we all know who the real whore in the building is.

My voice cracked as I forced myself to focus on the words. “Cl–clause 1.7. Loyalty: Party A is forbid—den from forming any connection, physical or emotional, with another man. Any suspicion of betrayal w–will result in permanent exile or death, as determined by Party B.” My stomach dropped. My pulse thudded in my ears. I was stupid to think I could have a happy future. That this man—my husband—would give me any chance at redemption. I’d ignored the warning signs, and now the price had come due.

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.”

“Wait, what? Did you just call my son a bastard?!” “Oops, looks like someone hates hearing the truth, what else do you call a child born out of wedlock, a child born from a secret affair, you will always remain my husband's past mistress Georgina cause as long as I'm breathing nothing and I mean nothing will link you and Don ever again” She fummed in anger and balled her fist, filled with resentment, she stood up “Don Lee, I'm not going to sit here and watch your wife insult me, call me when you want to talk”

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

She had mistaken him for nothing more than a stranger nursing a grudge over some stolen trinket, a minor inconvenience to be handled and forgotten. She hadn't, for even a single moment, considered that he might be the very man whose name sat carved near the top of the family she had just spent weeks scheming her way into. Marian and Zoe had gone utterly silent beside her, their earlier laughter dying somewhere in their throats, their faces frozen in matching expressions of horror as the pieces clicked together for them too, a fraction slower than they had for Amber. Zoe's hand had risen halfway to her mouth and simply stopped there, suspended, as though she had entirely forgotten what she me

"How would I know your husband is Jesse Swain? You said you hate your useless husband! You said you would divorce him soon! You held me and said that I was your true love! Snow Wardle, you liar! I hope you suffer!" "Shut up!"

“Not like you have the right to.” The breath caught in my throat. My heart seemed to shatter all over again, though by now it should have been used to breaking. No, right? I was his wife. His wife. Yet in his eyes, I was nothing but a shadow. “I’m your wife, Alex,” I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of my own pain. “Don’t I deserve at least that respect?” For a heartbeat, his eyes locked on mine. Cold, piercing, and merciless. I wanted him to soften, even just for a second. I wanted him to remember the girl who had loved him long before rings and vows, but there was nothing. Only silence.