Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

No recognition as if she didn’t remember how she wrecked our marriage in the worst way possible. I tore off my jacket and threw it across the room. It landed in near the armchair. I paced to the window, pulled back the curtains, and stared out at the quiet city. After the divorce, Anna vanished and left no trace. I didn’t care at first since she cheated on me, but after seeing her face tonight, something had stirred inside me. She was so beautiful, her body now had lush curves in all the right places. I wanted to run my hands along those beautiful curves and pull her to me. All of a sudden I was remembering the sweet memories of our marriage.

“I treated my wife horribly. I don’t remember her name. I don’t remember how she looked or how old she was then. I don’t remember anything about her at all. I don’t know where she is. Until a few hours ago, I had forgotten I was even married." He held back his choking emotions as he added. "Shortly after my marriage, I instigated Lydia Aprice to study abroad. I forgot about her existence soon after.” “A few months ago, I found the girl I had met at the beach. Which makes it even more certain that everything the Aprices told me about my wife and my mother-in-law was lies. I don’t know the whole truth about my wife, but thinking back on what I can remember, she is the biggest victim in our mar

He had not expected that sentence to come from his wife's lips. The woman had also turned her gaze in another direction and that made Felix instantly confused and uneasy. The man was now beginning to sense that perhaps his wife was angry because she was reminded of her past. Oh, really if he could erase his horrible past, he would have already erased it and replaced it with something new. Unfortunately, the past could not be erased and could only be forgotten. This left him completely helpless. Truly in that man's heart, there was no other woman but his wife. Although he had touched a very large number of other women, Felix hardly ever remembered them so clearly.

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Tomorrow he'll be back to what he used to be, the person who doesn't care if you're still his wife. I smiled bitterly, I don't want to be a mere excuse even if we say it's my obligation as a wife. I just closed my eyes, if he goes back to his old self tomorrow, his emotionless eyes every time he looks at me will be okay. We both loved this thing. Because of my thoughts, I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep. TOMORROW

Together, they had burned like summer lightning. But their marriage wasn't a fairytale. It was war in silk sheets. Love, in the Forger household, came with conditions. And when Kourtney refused to be molded into a corporate trophy wife, the fire between them turned to ash. She had left. Or maybe he had pushed her out. All she remembered was the silence that followed—the kind that clings for years. Until last week. Until the gala. Until the fire. Back in the hospital, her bandaged fingers curled around a paper cup of water as her heart echoed every footstep beyond her door.

As I started the engine and looked at Sienna sitting beside me, I was really thankful. After all the problems that happened during those weeks, I began to think that I am going to lose my wife. But this morning, Sienna is still here beside me, willing to smile and even willing to give me another chance. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel lightly. Thanks, Sienna. I promised myself that I am going to make everything better. However, for some reason, I couldn't help but think about Wilona. I can't forget about what happened on that day. From the hotel, to waking up forgetting everything, to the accusation from Wilona, even up to the money I promised to her all flashed back in front of my

she never failed to remind me of that stupid thing I did but I was not ready to let that deter me or make me regret fighting for what I truly wanted. “I didn’t leave. I forgot.” I slammed the marriage certificate down on her coffee table. “But you knew. You knew where I was. You knew I had no idea. And you still kept him from me! Why? Why didnt you come back looking for me and why was it that when you finally came back, you hid from me? You djdnt only hide yourself, you hid my child as well? Why did you do that?'

“I died, Loretta. I watched my life, my love, my very existence, stolen from me. I will not make that mistake again. This time, I will be the one pulling the strings. And Ivy… she will learn that the true cost of betrayal is not just death, but utter, absolute ruin.” She ended the call, the phone feeling light in her hand now. The fear that had gripped her at the hospital had transformed into something else entirely: a cold, focused power. She had stared death in the face, twice, and emerged stronger. She understood the shifting currents of fate now. And she would use that understanding to carve out her own destiny, and to deliver a retribution so precise, so devastating, that it would echo

“Larisa is just my past, Mom. Now my wife is Natasya. And please, don’t let Natasya find out about Larisa.” Edgar chuckled softly. “This is very interesting. Your ex-girlfriend becomes your wife’s secretary.” Roby turned sharply. “What do you mean?” Edgar leaned back against the sofa. “I’m just thinking. You and Larisa used to love each other. Just because you married Natasya, it seems too easy for you to forget Larisa.” “Is it proper for a man to think about another woman when he has a wife at home?” Roby shot back. Edgar smirked.