Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

"My wife is dead." Now it was Tiana’s time to stand up hastily. She looked as angry as he was. “Who told you that? How could I be dead when I am standing right in front of you." "Stop! You are not my wife." "I am." "I would not forget her." "You did Nicklaus. You forgot me when I have been waiting for you here every day, enduring every torture that came my way, training hard, going to a suicide journey just to see you once again. Yet what did I get when you return you didn’t even remember me. Ha!" She almost yelled frustrated.

After that, the nightmares came, every night without fail. No matter how my family or friends pleaded, I refused to remarry. Who could have imagined that my devotion over three years would turn me into a fool? Hilary faked her death and ran off with my daughter, for her so-called one true love? A bitter laugh escaped me. By the time I came to, I had somehow returned to the hotel. All night long, memories tormented me like ghosts. By dawn, I had made up my mind. At the very least, I had to get my daughter back.

“I don't care what happened before I got amnesic. It's the same for me. After all, I still remember my husband and everything important in my life. I thought that the things I forgot weren't really important and shouldn't be in my life. Or this may be away from Allah to make our marriage even closer after we previously had a long-distance relationship. " "Are you sure?" asked Haidar who felt sorry for himself. If only Shanum remembered who she forgot, maybe she wouldn't say the thing she just said. Because what he forgot was the most important person in his life. But Haidar also didn't want to force Shanum to remember everything. He also didn't want to take the opportunity. Even though he do

"Not exactly, she seems to be forgetting different fragments of memories then remembering them after a short period of time, but this cycle keeps repeating itself. That thing you mentioned, from X-rays we can see that, it's settled on her spinal cord to her last vertebrae. But we're not aware of the risks of opening her up and trying to surgically remove that mass ." When she woke up again, she pushed me off the bed and rushed to the reception asking where her sister or parents are. She forgot about her sister's accident, she forgot that her parents don't speak to her much, she forgot that she was an Alpha, she forgot me. A nurse calmed her down, offered her some food, and after she woke up,

“We are.” That wasn’t a lie. Not technically. I’d never signed the papers she’d left on our bed that night… they were still sitting exactly where I’d shoved them, in a drawer in my study I hadn’t opened since. As far as the law was concerned, Valerie Ashford was still my wife, whatever she believed about the state of things herself. I told myself I hadn’t corrected the paperwork because signing felt like agreeing to something I still didn’t understand, not because some stubborn part of me refused to let it be over on a piece of paper she’d filled out alone, in the dark, without so much as a conversation first. My father finally spoke.

Christian said, "Before you made this decision, I asked you if you were sure about it. You told me you were absolutely sure about it. You were sure then. So why are you regretting it now? You said then that you had no feelings for your wife and that you didn't want to live with her. So why have you been regretting the death of a wife for whom you had no feelings for five years? Why can't you forget her? She wasn't an important person in your life. Even after death, people remember those people whom they love and who are very close to them. But you don't love your wife. Your wife was not an important person to you. So why can't you forget her? Why can't this regret go away? For the past five

He didn't even realise that he had met his future queen as well. ❄❄❄ These memories that has been constantly filling his brain is becoming a sore. All the memory he had kept of her was long forgotten ages ago but now seeing her doppelganger in sight made him remember again. He didn't want to. He wanted to forget but it seems impossible. Zara Rose Petrova is becoming a distraction and like any distraction, he would put them away and never to think about them again. Hopefully with the woman who resemble his dead wife would work too. For his sake and for all Dzhimara.

Then he looked up at me, ice-cold. "Bianca, don't pull anything. Maggie's waiting to keep playing after you're done." Maggie. Maggie. Always Maggie. He never once asked if I was okay with this. Somewhere along the way, he'd completely forgotten I was his wife. Forgotten that a few days ago, I'd lost our baby because of her. I was barely managing to stay on my feet tonight. When I didn't move, someone suddenly shoved me. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and do it. Don't tell me you're chickening out now?"

My finger trembled as I pointed at them. I know I shouldn't have reacted this way but my mind is blank and I can't think straight. I need to let these emotions go or else I’ll burst. “Because after he remembered…he forgot the recent memories he had.” Nick said. “W-What? I-I can’t understand? H-How?” My voice cracked. “He couldn’t remember the time he spent with you—after you got married. He doesn’t know that you were once married. He forgot.” Ally added quietly.

I almost felt sorry for her teeth. Who could have done all this? I wondered, still scanning the room. Just then, a figure walked through the entrance. Blue top. Blue joggers. The colors stood out, bright and somehow welcoming. I lifted my head higher. Quinn. My husband. Truth settled over me like cold water. I had forgotten him. Completely. I had forgotten he existed, forgotten I was married at all. The past five weeks with Zachary had swept me away so thoroughly that the title of “married woman” had slipped from my mind like it belonged to someone else.