Forgotten Wife：let The Traitors Kneel Down Novels & Stories

I turned to him and noticed he was snacking on potato chips. Something suddenly hit me. I hit my forehead softly.“Oh no.” Blake looked at me “What is it this time” “The potato chips.” “What potato chips?” he asked, confused. “The twins’. They specifically begged me not to forget.” “They’ve been talking about those barbecue-flavored potato chips since last week. And I completely forgot, They will kill me.” “They won’t, Athena.” He smiled.“You brought every other thing.” I shook my head.“They made me promise.” Blake looked toward the stage. The speeches were still going.

Pain shot through my body as he roughly handled me, and tears streamed down my face. "I didn't get the wrong room, Nina. You're my wife," William growled as he yanked at my clothes, his eyes bloodshot. "I know our child is gone, and that hurts me too. But Jones died for me. I can't betray him, so you'll have to bear this burden..." he whispered against my ear, the stench of alcohol making my head spin. "You know, the truth is, I'm actually—" "Enough!" I screamed, using the last of my strength to shove him off me.

--- This was it. Not just escape. --- Commitment. --- To the system. --- To the war. --- To everything she had become. --- She closed her eyes briefly. --- Then opened them. --- Clear. --- Decided. --- “Do it,” she said. --- The door unlocked instantly. --- Slowly— It opened. --- Blinding light poured through. --- Elena stepped forward. --- Adrian right behind her. --- And as they crossed the threshold— The system whispered one final time:

“You really thought you could win? You’ve always been nothing. I slept with James on your pathetic wedding night. I stopped him from registering your marriage. I hope you know your place now. Enjoy being alone, sister.” I stared at the message and my hand trembled. I wanted to throw the phone. Instead, I deleted the message and shoved the phone back into my bag. I downed another glass of whiskey. Then I turned to see a pair of eyes that looked straight at me.

Chapter 19 The Trap Retribution had a meeting with a peculiar, but rich client who wanted nothing more than proof whether or not her husband was cheating on her. She said that if he were, she could divorce him and retain her honor, along with all of her family wealth, but if not she would never doubt him again. This fine lady had told Retribution how to find her husband, where he would be, and what he always wore when he claimed to be going to the military meetings where she suspected his fidelity. It was in the town just across the border, it would only take a few hours to get there if she took a horse.

Drixie whispered. "I didn't do anything to her! I didn't push her off the cliff. Why can't you believe in me, Norwan?! I am your wife!" "Just kneel down to her and apologize for what you did, or I will terminate our mateship?!" Norwan shouted, which made Natalie feel angry with him. How did he do this to her? He must believe in her more than Cora. She is his wife! "I will never kneel down to someone because I am the Luna of the pack! And it is against the rule to force me to kneel down to someone!" Natalie growled.

Where the fuck did my dumb wife get a listening device from? And then she said. She said two names I was really beginning to hate hearing nowadays. Jasmine and her lover Fabiano. Two disgusting dimwits. They had mapped out a plan to get rid of me and dared to pull the stupidest shit by dragging my wife into this. How stupid can they be? Victoria obediently vomited everything, every disgusting fucking lie that Jasmine had fed her. She chose me. Even though I'm not the nicest man around but she still didn't betray me.

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.

“I stood by him as a loyal wife. I bore the weight of silence. I endured the coldness of a bed never shared. The looks. The absence. The whispers.” She paused, allowing her sorrow to drip into the crowd like venom. Sympathy rippled through the onlookers. “But today…” her voice sharpened. “Today I can no longer stay silent.” Alaric’s face stiffened. Kael’s heart stopped. “My husband,” she said, turning to the crowd, “has betrayed not just me, but every law of our land. Every tradition. Every virtue we hold dear.” Gasps. She extended a hand and a maid rushed forward, carrying a small box. Amora opened it slowly, theatrically. Inside lay a folded garment, Kael’s livery shirt, and a rolled parch

He taunted. ( My better half is desperate now, where is the attitude again? ) "Attitude gaiyo ghass charava, tame kone pleajjj." ( You tell me please... ) "Mare janvu toh pade ne ke excatly kon gaddari kare che mari sathe....... tame toh loyal cho ne..... tame toh nai chupavo ne mara thi..... apde husband wife che, we shouldn't hide things from each other." ( I need to now who exactly is betraying me...... you are loyal right?..... you won't hide it from me..... we are husband and wife, we shouldn't hide things from each other. )