Forgotten Wife：let The Traitors Kneel Down Novels & Stories

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. “Whatever , there's this special yet poisonous rose flower that I placed In your room with your sweet sisters help.It has a spell that makes people forget some certain memory and for some fucking time but don’t worry , before these whole Pack will come back to their senses. You’re already decaying in the ground but oh wait , I don’t have the energy or will to bury you all. I will burn you alive , it will please me to know that you

I stretched my hand and shaked her, staring into the eyes of the one woman who had just willingly made herself my slave. (END OF FLASHBACK) ****** (BACK TO THE PRESENT) My grip on Madame Browne's hair only tightened as I completed the tale of our past. Pushing her further into the wall, I pulled close and whispered roughly in her ears. “Have you forgotten ugh? Did you think I'd forget how freaking desperate you were to be my wife.” I said, watching the light in the fireplace in the room turn dim as I opened my lips to lash out one last command. “On your fucking kneels!”

He said accusingly. Her breath hitched. “What?” “This... this game you’re playing. The coffee. The food. The handwriting.” Her lips parted. The air caught in her throat. “What about them?” She whispered in bewilderment. “You are mimicking my wife. My wife is dead. Her ashes are buried with our unborn child. You don’t get to wear her ghost like it’s a costume. I will not take this kind of disrespect.” Fallon was too stunned to think. Her mouth opened and closed without a proper sentence coming out of it, “I’m not—”

The video suddenly cut off, and the room fell silent. A waiter in the corner couldn't resist pulling out his phone and snapping pictures of the shameless couple. The silence was shattered by the sound of Dad's hand cracking across Sabrina's face. "You piece of trash! How dare you do this to my son?" His expression was cold, and he was practically vibrating with rage. "Mark my words. You're finished at Astrakane!" Julia rushed forward to check Sabrina's injuries with a look of concern. Faced with the undeniable evidence, she laid it all out. "Yes, Sabrina's pregnant with Zane's child. So what? She's too good to be doomed by Adrian. I won't allow it!"

"We're here." "I know." That afternoon, Luca had come into my study and shut the door and told me Elena's name was gone from the list. Changed by V. He said it very quietly, like he was not sure I would believe him. I believed him. I called Henry Winters myself. I did not shout. I did not need to. I just said that my wife would be attending tonight, and that I was sure there had been some mistake, and that I would hate for there to be any more mistakes. Henry said, of course, of course, Damien, it's fixed, it's done.

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?”

"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.

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.