Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

I questioned and he leaned closer as he signaled for me to come closer. “Why don't you find someone else? Another woman that'll keep you company and make you forget about your wife.” He suggested and I chuckled as I stared at him blankly. “You don't understand, Doc. I love my wife with all my heart. I need to lose my memory so that I can forget all the bad things that happened. I don't want to look at her and remember the things she did. I don't want to look at her and feel regret or hurt.”

The woman talked about her husband who woke up after brain surgery and didn't remember his wife of twenty-five years. At that moment Bree knew how devastated the woman must've felt. Although she had only felt Gage's love and affection for a fraction of the time compared to the woman who was forgotten by her husband. Still, it hurt her, so damn bad that she knew she needed to get away from him. Bree couldn't face the only man she ever loved deeply and watched as he couldn't even remember her name.

The truth belonged to only me. Her flowers had already wilted, but I still saw her face when I closed my eyes. My first and my only. The one mistake I’ll never forgive myself for. I told myself I’d stopped going. And yet, I stood there again today. With a fourth wife at my side, staring at a name that still knew how to cut me open. And then I kissed her. I kissed the new wife. The child my uncle forced into this madness. The scent of her skin clung to me even after she shoved me away. And instead of rage, all I felt was guilt. Because for one second, I forgot the only woman I was never supposed to forget. I forgot the ache I used to feel anytime I visited.

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.

“If I told you Claudia actually said the words ‘we need you to pretend to be his wife again,’ would you buy me chocolate cake?” Theresia snorted. Jasmine nearly choked on her tea. “Excuse me, WHAT?” “You’re not joking, right?” “Unfortunately, no,” I said, grabbing the menu. “You… you have to play wife again?” Jasmine repeated, like she needed confirmation that I was actually living inside a soap opera plot and not real life. “Yup. Full package. Fancy house, missing memories, hot husband who forgot he used to be a bastard.” Theresia leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “Hold up. Wait. So he forgot literally everything, but the part that stuck was you… as his wife?”

“I thought he told you.” “He didn’t.” My chest tightened painfully. “He didn’t bother telling me he had a girlfriend. He didn’t bother telling me he had a twin. Why would he bother telling me anything when our marriage isn’t even real to him?” The bitterness in my tone made him look up sharply. “You’re his wife.” The words were soft. Firm. But heavy with something I couldn't place. A laugh escaped me wild, humorless, broken. “No,” I whispered. “I’m the secret he chooses to forget until I’m convenient.”

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

I never believed that everyone was right about him. “I want her gone, Fred. This is my home and I refuse to have her around. How can you get married when you already have a wife?” I screeched at him with tears falling down my face. “You will not speak to my wife that way!” His thunderous voice boomed and my heart shattered even more upon hearing how possessive his tone became when he referred to the woman as his wife. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and faced me with serious eyes, “listen Theodore, a lot of things have changed. Refusal to comply would leave me with no choice but to send you back to the prison which you just came out of.”

“But to do that, Roc, you need to calm down. Get your rest. Go back to the carefree man you can be. The man she fell for. Speak of the memories you share, like you have been, but woo her too, chat to her. Brighten her day like you always did. And see what happens.” His words echoed within my mind. They made so much sense, yet seemed crazy at the same time. Woo my own wife? Make her fall for me again? I wanted to think my Dad was losing his mind, but this suggestion had a ring of possibility to it. A hope that, considering I felt everything was crumbling in my hands, I desperately wanted to cling to. Maybe this could be worth a try? I was already losing her, so maybe this would bring her back

The Forgotten Mate 4. The Baby. Months had passed since that fateful night, and yet the memory of the mysterious man lingered within the depths of my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting happiness he had brought me. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the pain of my existence persisted, unyielding in its relentless grip.