Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

It's obvious there's more to all of this or Mac wouldn't have been so concerned by her chanting and my father wouldn't have hesitated at the idea of me knowing all that's going on. "What do you mean, what else?" Alpha Nico snaps "I'm not an idiot Alpha. She was chanting repeatedly about Carn, someone she's never even met and probably doesn't even know exists. Mac said himself it was possessive chanting, so tell me who could have done something like that to her?! And why would anyone choose to do that to her?!" My patience growing thin at his clear reluctance to tell me the full story Before he gets the chance to answer his eyes glaze over along with my fathers as they mind link.

"I know I have no right to ask for anything. I know what I did. I stood there while they hurt you. I threatened our children. I will carry that for the rest of my life. But I am not that man anymore. The blockers are gone. The lies are gone. I remember the way you used to fall asleep against my chest. I want us to be back together as a couple." Ivy folded her arms. "Memories do not erase the damage. You broke something that night. Not just my trust. Something deeper. I cannot go back to waiting for the next time someone decides I am not good enough." "I will never let that happen again." "You already did." Her voice stayed level, but her eyes were bright. "You chose their version of the trut

I should’ve expected it, but it still stunned me. He never even mentioned custody, never once threatened to take Tessa from me. He said I didn’t need to work, that I could come back and live with him again. Like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t once torn my heart apart by choosing someone else. His betrayal still sat deep in me, like a shard of glass I couldn’t remove. Forgiveness wasn’t the issue anymore, I had already done that, silently, for my own peace. But forgetting? How do you forget the woman who had had sex with your husband on your matrimonial bed, who had walked around your house wearing your husband’s shirt, her smile wide and wicked?

Can't he at least listen to what she has to say? "Okay, sir." She said and turned, she soon dissapeared from his office. 'Did she really not remember my face? Or was she not the one at the club who took advantage of my drugged state years ago?' he thought to himself. That woman from six years ago had drugged him and made him cheat on his wife. She had only gone to the club to attend an official meeting with some investors, he didn't expect for his competitors to use a lady to set him up. As at that time, he had a wife, a perfect marriage that was doing well but the scandal leaked and when his wife heard about it, she wouldn't believe that he didn't have sex with that woman at the club intent

"Are you forgetting to ask permission from your dear husband?" His wife appears to have been absolutely stunned by his presence, but then again, she is good at hiding her emotions. She composed herself for a few seconds, then she sniggered at him as she stared into his eyes and said, "Oh, pity me; why the fuck do I need to ask permission? And why do I always seem to forget, Enzo, that I am already married? Even though I am wearing this stupid ring, I keep forgetting that I have a husband. But then again, how can I even remember him when all he does is drive me away?" He instructed her, "Let's talk."

"To get my wife back." "Wrong answer." Lewis blinked. "Excuse me?" "You're not here to get your wife back." Dr. Walsh set down her pen. "You're here because you destroyed your marriage and you don't know how to live with that. Try again." "I failed her." "Closer. Keep going." "I made her invisible." The words came out flat. Factual. Like he was reading from a report. "Three years. I was right there and I made her disappear." Dr. Walsh wrote something. "How?"

"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—"

Richard was not happy about that. "I'm not kidding. I don't remember what happened before. To be precise, I've forgotten what happened in the past year or so." "What's going on here? How can you forget? You can forget anyone, but you can't forget your wife! If she knows that you have forgotten her, she will definitely kill you!" "You've have been chattering for a long time, but you haven't made it clear. When did I get married? Who is my wife?" "Your wife is Valeria! You're dead if she knows this! William, you're over!"

“It really doesn’t sound like you’re joking.” “I’m not!” I defended. “Then what’s going to happen now? How much does he remember?” I leaned against the seat and took a deep breath. “Well, let’s just say that he doesn’t remember our marriage at all.” “What? Then how did he treat you? Did he treat you like a stranger?” “I honestly thought that he would, but what’s strange is that he acted more like a stranger when he remembered everything about our relationship. Now that he doesn’t remember at all, he acts more like my husband— he’s cuter.”

I gripped the edge of the counter, my breathing uneven. I had a wife and I didn’t remember her? I stared at the screen, my own face mocking me from the past. The past that had been stolen from me. My pulse pounded. What the hell had I forgotten, and more importantly, why did it feel like it was never meant to be remembered?