Forgotten Wife：let The Traitors Kneel Down Mga Nobela at Kwento

We were fighting the very foundation of our world. I let out a slow, shaky breath, the name a poisoned whisper on my lips. “It's Moretti’s wife. It’s been her all along

“And stop fucking talking when I’m speaking. Do as you’re told.” “I’m not going anywhere,” I said, voice steadier than I felt. “This is my room too.” Zeden’s head snapped toward me. “Your room? Funny. I don’t remember giving a traitor any rights in my house.” “Do you not remember what you told me before all this?” I stepped closer, refusing to back down. “You said I shouldn’t even step foot in the kitchen anymore. That I didn’t know how to cook, that I was useless at it, and you wanted me as far from domestic shit as possible. You made me your wife, Zeden. Not your maid. And I’m not playing wife — I am your wife. The mother of your children. It’s a fucking shame you suddenly can’t remember t

She hated that her fingers still twitched at the memory of his skin. And worst of all, she hated that part of her still believed he loved her. Because if he did… Then why did he abandon her? Why did he let her go three years ago without a fight? The next morning, the storm outside had calmed—but not the one inside her. A knock on the door broke her thoughts. It wasn’t Travis this time. It was Jacobo, his loyal assistant. He handed her a tablet. “Mr. Forger asked me to give you this. You’ll want to see the footage.”

"Because that was your mistake and you won't regret it! Because you loved that woman, you now love your daughter even more even though she is dead!" "Stop with your dramas, Emily!" he said angrily. He even punched his table because his wife was starting to do the same. It's been a long time since that happened but until now he still opens up about the mistake he made. "I regret that I cheated on you before, but I never regret that Trina became my daughter. From the beginning, I gave Joyce everything she needed but Trina experienced all the difficulties in life. Shall we still argue about this, Emily? We are no longer children for such things. If it's just because of the marriage that's why w

“Fine, fine. Whatever you say, my wife.” I looked at Clyden as I kept feeding him. Clyden, who has Amnesia, does not seem to reject me at all. In fact, he even acts sweetly and talks to me with warmth. Maybe I can use this time to mend our relationship and make him see that I’m not what he thinks I am.

my father said, his voice echoing in the sterile room, and he looked at Cassian before adding, "Release the acquisition notices for Wilder Tech's debt, because I want them to realize that the woman they humiliated is the only reason they still have a roof over their heads." ​I felt a surge of something I hadn't felt in a long time, a spark of the old Iridessa who used to command boardrooms before I traded my pride for a marriage certificate, and I sat up straighter despite the dizziness. "I don't want you to just buy them out, Father, I want them to see exactly who I am when I’m not playing the role of the obedient wife," I said, and the two most powerful men in the country looked at me with

Alex and Xerxes stopped talking and focused… They couldn’t help feeling nervous. They heard voices outside— “Is the consort in here?” “Yes.” “Great, bring him in immediately and bath him in the Pool of Forgotten Love. I heard he had a human wife before this, and they were close. That’s definitely not allowed. Consorts must be loyal to the princess.” Alex and Xerxes were shocked when they heard this. ‘Pool of Forgotten Love?’ It was unbelievable that such a thing that could make one forget their feelings existed. Xerxes couldn’t accept this one bit.

The other — gray-faced, broken. She didn't recognize me. Why would she? I barely recognized myself. A man's voice drifted through the phone. Low. Familiar. "You know I can't resist you." She giggled. "If your wife heard that, she'd file for divorce again." "Let her. I always bring her back. She can't leave me." The elevator's air conditioning bit into my skin, but I felt like I was choking. She lowered her voice, teasing. "Are you trying to make me jealous? Careful, or I'll walk into your office and announce to everyone that Don Vito Hart is cheating on his wife. With his old mistress."

The entanglement of his muscular legs with hers seemed to create an inescapable web, effectively trapping her naked form. Yet, with each passing moment, the embrace began to suffocate her, squeezing the air out of her lungs and serving as a constant reminder of the horrors that had unfolded. It was a chilling reminder of the atrocities committed by these very hands, the countless lives that had been mercilessly killed. The weight of their actions pressed heavily upon her, a burden that seemed impossible to shake. Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair.