Forgotten Wife：let The Traitors Kneel Down Novels & Stories

As I looked down, smiling to myself at my little victory, the sight in front of me completely crushed me. It was Fallon, standing in a red gown with a plunging neckline and a high slit, one leg peeking through. The way she stood with such confidence and arrogance made me want to hide. Until I noticed who she was standing with. None other than my husband, Nathan. A fucking whore was trying to steal my husband.

She did not want us to marry that's why she made me leave the country with trick and made you belive , I ran away from wedding and did not wanted to marry you". Vian suddenly felt his head was spinning, he held his car body to support him. “Vian, are you okay?”: She asked with concern. She touched his shoulder but he removed her hand and said:” Sarah , wedding….you wanted to say I was going to marry you?”. Sarah nodded, Vian held his head with both hands. He tried to remember his past but only blurred images were coming in front of his eyes. He looked at Sarah and said:” I am sorry, I did not recognize you “. He finishes the sentence, immediately sits in his car and leaves without heari

In their home, in the grand gathering area outside of the fortress, but within it's walls. The Lorekeepers, the Clutch Elders, Tomas the elderly priest who had married them, her parents, the Eastern Emperor and his family. All would be present. As these thoughts chased themselves across her mind, she stretched her body and reached for her husband. Husband. The very word made her smile. Her life had changed so much Tine had come into her life. Now, secrets were about to be revealed.

"I didn't dump you. I was mad, alright, but I—" "Don't lie," I said to him, my tone steadying. "You shamed me. You let your mistress talk down to me the moment she had a chance. You treated me lower than your maid. Gawddd! Callum, I was your wife not a plaything. We were married five years, there were other couples who were married longer with no kids but they did not try to kill their wives because their 'mistress' had an emergency. You shoved me when I begged for help.. You told me to stop faking it. That night, I lost everything." For an instant, there was guilt in his eyes. He was looking down at the ground, like he couldn't possibly look at me. "I… I didn't mean to—"

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!”

When it finished, Ava was kneeling in the frost in her ruined clothing, her hands flat on the ground, her head bowed. The clearing was quiet. The elder council stood witness. Marcus's wolves held the perimeter. Selene lay pinned. Vincenzo sat in the frost, still trembling. Adrian was motionless in Luca's grip. And my wife was on her knees in front of me. I moved to her. My legs didn't cooperate fully, the bond's cost was making itself known in the accumulation of small failures. My knees wouldn't lock and my vision swam at the edges. But I reached her anyway. I knelt in the frost in front of her, and she looked up.

The last thing he wanted to do was to offend the nuns, so he raised his voice and called out to his wife, “Fifi! Fifi! I know you still remember me! I’m back, Fifi, and I promise—I’m never going to do anything life-threatening ever again! Please… Please don’t be mad at me. Come on, let’s go home!” Faye remained on her knees, her hand never once missing a beat as she tapped the wooden fish to an unfaltering rhythm. Zayn’s words seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Zayn watched her reaction—or lack thereof—as his heart sank. Had Faye really forgotten about him?! “Sir, it seems to me that Wang Que is not your wife after all. I am giving you a final warning; please leave us be.” Zayn’s eyes never

Taking with me the seed of guilt and hopelessness only to bury it in my soul. 'I was betrothed to a man since 5 yet I chose to run away with another. I was not filial; I am a bastard for that. 'And now the choices I have made in the past was haunting me. Clawing me to surrender in a never-ending abyss. Helga... my only wish is to never bring a person down with me to that path specially Yu Tianzhu. I gave him enough headache already. One day... please let him understand for me.'

“I am your wife! You let Katia kick us out of our house, and you did not say a single word! You just stood there and let her humiliate us! She is a monster, and you are just letting her rule over you like a slave.” I stared at her, genuinely baffled by the depth of her denial. It was like watching someone try to argue that the sky was neon green. "Which delusion is this one? Delia, you have never been my wife. You and I had an arrangement, a contract, that you would play the part for the family. I told you from the very first day that I was already married. When you say 'our,' you are confusing me, because there was never a 'me and you.' I never deceived you. I was perfectly transparent from

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—”