Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

She glances at her husband who is apparently looking at her too. “I love you my Queen.” Caspian says as sweetly as he could manage. “I love you more my King.” And they lived happily ever after.

___ "YOU ARE MY FREAKING WIFE! No one else but you, as my wife, knew how much I hated whenever anyone used to look at each other. Don't you remember? I used to be like this even before our marriage?! Do I have to remind you how I bet that boy who tried to kiss you? YOU ARE MINE! MY WIFE! AND I HATE TO SEE YOU WITH ANYONE ELSE. THAT FREAKING SCARES ME!" ___ Those words kept ringing in her ears like a broken music player. These words were continuously haunting her from yesterday and it was difficult to act like nothing happened. She remembers his every word clearly. She remembers the look on his face when he said those words. She remembers how honest he was looking at that moment. She remember

All I knew, with a desperate certainty, was that I wanted my husband back. "But how can you say that? You didn't see him. He has another woman, a mistress! He has been having her all these years. They have a child. She is pregnant. They're expecting another baby!" "I understand what you're saying, dear," my mother-in-law said calmly. "I need you to relax. I know it's all-new, and you're still in denial, but that is the reality of things. It is true; Ryan does have another woman, a mistress. They do have a child together. They are expecting another child. But you are forgetting that you're the wife."

I clenched my fists and followed the doctor out of the room. Once we were in his office, I didn’t even wait for him to sit down. “What the fuck is going on?!” I roared. “Explain. Now.” The doctor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was going to break this down slowly. But you clearly want the truth right now.” I narrowed my eyes, fists still trembling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Killian,” he said softly. “But it appears… your wife has forgotten some memories with you.”

"I haven't forgotten..." "You're forgetting right now. Right here in this moment you're forgetting that I'm your wife. That I stayed when she left. That I chose you when you were broken and angry and barely capable of being kind to me. That I fought through your walls and your damage and your parents' disapproval to build something real with you." My voice cracked. "And now she shows up with a positive test and suddenly I'm back to being the replacement bride watching you consider whether the original model might be the better option after all." "Eve, that's not..."

The old woman told her. “You can carry on mother, am sorry for disturbing you.” Zasembo was embarrassed. “It’s alright, now as I was saying, my husband, lost interest in me as a woman and his wife. But mostly forgot his vows for better or worse. I was at my worst that time with his family on one side and his mistress on the other and my marriage falling apart. He left me when I needed him the most and kicked me out of my own house.

"Do you really not remember me at all? You said I was the devoted second male lead in a novel. You were supposed to conquer me, but you fell in love with me instead, so you begged the system to let you stay and be with me. "We got married. I gave up inheriting the family conglomerate for you. You negotiated with my rivals for my career, drinking yourself senseless until your whole body was swollen and flushed. You even endured the hardship of giving birth to Sam for me. You said we would grow old together, and I planted a garden full of roses just for you. "We loved each other so deeply. I replay these memories day and night. You loved me so much—so you must be lying to me now, right?"

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I knew it belonged to her; her scent still lingered faintly on the silk despite how old it was. Suddenly, everything began to make sense. Everything she had said was the truth—she was my wife, and we had been married. But I had forgotten her. How had this happened? I couldn’t recall her from my past, no matter how hard I tried. That was the most baffling part of all. It wasn’t just me—everyone else seemed to have forgotten her too. It wasn’t normal. I had never heard of something like this happening. What had occurred that made her leave us—and erased her from all our memories? The answers could only come from her.

, she answered. "Yeah, I do. He is your husband, Hayat. You got married almost six months now......" "How? Why can't I remember?", she asks herself looking at me with tears in her eyes. All these were happening what we all didn't know was that someone was outside her room rejoicing the fact that Hayat had lost her memories. Unknown Pov. Seeing her in pain was something that I have always wanted. And now I will get what I want. "Poor Aayan. Your wife has forgotten about you. Tsk, tsk. I don't think that there are any more enjoyable than that. Hayat loses her memories while Aayan loses the only woman who has kept him sane and has even brought him back to Allah by Praying".