From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“In this dynasty, women are not equal to men. They cannot take the imperial examination or hold office or open businesses. Intelligent women whom have the grit and worth to fight against men cannot serve me to my purpose as the future son of heaven. Some women are weak when it comes to bearing children. That wife had an illness which was incredibly vicious to her body. She became a shell of her former self due to my neglect. To take such abuse and then be put in a cage when in this strange country the customs are more free? I could not be a good husband if I took such a person back with me, I could never forgive myself. My thoughts would be on the mountain where the beast should be r

Like she didn't know me at all He closed his eyes, and the image of her flooded back. Standing in the center of the ballroom, looking the most breathtaking, her chin lifted, her eyes blazing. She had faced Vanessa like a general facing a mutinous soldier. No fear. No hesitation. Just pure, unyielding power. That's my wife, he thought. That's the woman I let slip away. She didn't want him, and she didn't need him. His jaw tightened. His hands clenched into fists.

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

Her world crumbled right before her eyes. She immediately imagined herself pulling that woman’s hair and strangling her neck. She wanted to confront her and ask her why she would do that to her husband. Ask her where did she find the audacity to steal a married man. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and cry like no one was around. In reality, her self-worth was gone even when she remained composed. She wanted to put all the blame on the woman when her husband seemed to equally enjoy the ass that was on his lap. She could not even bring herself to defend Jack. He willingly kissed and did even more with another woman.

He lowered his head in shame as he added. "I have no excuses for my behavior or thoughtlessness here, but I believed all the lies told by the Aprices. While I don’t have any proof, and I have not looked into her, I believe my wife is a decent person and not at all like the promiscuous gold-digger the Aprices painted her to be.” “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."

Instead of retracting, she slid her free hand over Cedrik's shoulder, a deliberate and intimate touch that silenced the royal table. She looked directly at Queen Isolde, the candlelight reflecting the hidden gold in her pupils, a feature that the Queen noticed with a jolt of shock. "If I am just a pet, Your Majesty," Freya said, her voice clear and defiant cutting through the hall, "then why do all your noble warriors seem to have forgotten their own wives since I entered? Perhaps humans are not as insignificant as you like to believe."

He replied waving his hand like woman. "Fin, this is my wife Lillian" Adrian introduced. "Ohh my!!!!! isn't she the one from three years ago" Fin blurted out. Without thinking. Feeling the cold glare directed at him, Fin felt goosebumps. He had annoyed the ruthless man beside him. Seeing Adrian getting angry at what Fin said, Lillian held his hand and shook her head at him telling him to calm down. Still Adrian didn't let Fin out the hook, he said. "You're definitely not getting that contract"

Her smile, which used to feel like home, now just a distant memory I couldn’t touch anymore. She stayed for so long. In silence. In pain. In a role she never truly chose. My wife… but never really my wife. The mother of my child… but never part of my life. I put her in the wrong place, bound her with a contract I thought would keep her by my side, when in truth, I was the one slowly eroding her reasons to stay.

At dinner, my husband, Cole Jarrett, piles ginger on my plate and urges me to eat. Tears fill my eyes as I look at the table. Every dish is made with ginger. "I'm not the one who likes ginger," I say. "You've got it wrong. Ginger makes me sick." After I'm presumed dead in a plane crash, Cole finds a lookalike, Jacqueline White, to care for our son, Elias Jarrett. But when I return, I realize they've already come to see Jacqueline as me. No matter how much I care about my family, whenever Jacqueline sets me up, they always believe her. One night, Elias comes to my room. I haven't seen him in three years, and I'm overjoyed to see him. I reach for him, but his first words send a chill

The stormline whispered to me, not in anger, not in fear, but in quiet understanding: the future would be ours to forge, and Lyla would be its light. She would learn the line, and she would hold it. And together, we would ensure the valley’s guardianship endured. Suddenly I had a voice coming from afar, a maid was seen running towards me and with a kind of face I didn't understand. I knew something was going wrong. “ My queen , the….. Your ex husband errmmmm……We heard that king Ronan returned to his palace alive” She said stuttering, how is this possible, I don't even care anymore. All I know is to protect my daughter away from him.