My Billionaire Husband Doesn't Remember Me Novels & Stories

Earlier, he was looking at me with full of sympathy, but now that he heard me saying the truth -- that he's really my husband and we had a lot of plans before -- he changed immediately. "No, you've got to be kidding me!" I looked at my mom again, who's now hiding her smile, even though it's very obvious. "What happened, mom, auntie or whatever-name-you-want-me-to-call-you, what the hell happened? Why can't he remember me?!" I didn't expect that a lot of securities would come to me as if I was a patient making a chaos. I fought with all my best, but it was so hard for me to have a talk with the securities to explain my side since they seemed my

"She hasn't signed it yet?" That second voice belonged to her husband. Victor. The ruthless billionaire her uncle had practically gift-wrapped and handed her to eleven months ago. "She will," Arthur chuckled, the sound of ice clinking against a glass echoing in the quiet house. "Emily is a good girl. She still thinks this marriage is a business merger to save Hart Enterprises. She actually believes that once the restructuring is done, she’ll step into her father's old seat as CEO." Victor let out a dry, humorless laugh. "A CEO? She’s a placeholder, Arthur. The moment the clock strikes midnight and the marriage reaches the one-year mark tomorrow, the legal transition goes through automaticall

But before I could ask, the hotel manager's voice interrupted me. "Hey! You two in the ragged suits!" The manager walked over and kicked my knee in disgust. "You got lucky today. Mr. Thorne is throwing a birthday party for the young master here, and the kid loves these stupid dolls. Go in there, dance, make the little master laugh, and this hundred thousand dollars is yours." One hundred thousand dollars?! Alaric was thrilled; opportunities like this were rare. That was, until I walked in and saw my "bankrupt" husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit.

“These days, most young people don't know the meaning of marriage. Divorce seems to be the new norm. Marriage is for better, for worse. I think you should talk to your wife and settle with her.” With that, he gives me a smile and leaves. I remained in that spot, totally flabbergasted. He seems to love his wife so much and I felt bad for making him recount that painful memory. One thing was clear though, I had taken a huge step to signing a partnership deal with the most richest man in the country. I knew within me I would definitely be signing the official deal in six months time. I just had to be more purposeful and never relent. ******* By the time I get home, Laura was out of the house. S

"All the media covered you two. I saw the video. Do you know how that feels? Watching your own husband smile for another woman—a smile you've never seen in five years of marriage?" "That was for publicity. Clarissa is a public figure. We have to maintain our image—" "Image!" Alina nearly screamed now, years of frustration spilling over. "Always about image! About how the Blackwood family looks in the public eye! But what about me? What about your wife's feelings, sitting alone at home, waiting, hoping that maybe—maybe—one day you'll remember her!" "I knew yesterday was our anniversary—" "You did NOT know!" Alina's voice broke. "You didn't remember until I told you this morning! Don't lie and

Axella rebuffed taking a sip of water. "I wouldn't replace my man for anyone else even if the option was Don Ricardo." Nat replied absentmindedly still toiling with her phone Jean stared at the woman beside her and almost let out a scoff. She was making it look like she has a relationship with Ricardo. Jean was sure this was going to cause trouble for whoever Nat was married to. Axella burned in anger at Natalie's last words,her seat became uncomfortable and she stood up. Axella was angry that she couldn't get Natalie angry.

“Noah, right?” The way he says my name—like it’s foreign—almost breaks me. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Noah. Your husband.” He flinches but doesn’t correct me. That’s something. “I gave the nurse a photo,” I say quietly. “Did you see it?” He hesitates. “Yes.” “Do you remember it?” “No.” His voice is soft, tired. “It feels familiar, but… like someone else’s life.” “Then let me help you remember,” I plead. “Let me show you what we were.”

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

He cradles her like she’s fragile, shaking his head with an expression I can’t decipher. "Dad!" she sobs, clinging to him. "My husband doesn’t even remember me! I don’t want to live anymore!" The older man strokes her hair soothingly, whispering something too low for me to hear. "Oh, my dear… don’t cry. It’ll be fine. I can’t believe such a tragedy is happening." Husband? The word sends a sharp pulse through my skull. The confusion inside me festers, growing wider. Who are these people?

I have too little energy to cook the number of meals I want to eat. Should I order something for myself? I'm not sure I have enough money to order food. With disappointment, I glanced at my phone. Who will believe that a famous billionaire's wife is hungry on the very next day of her wedding? Sadly, he is not in this house to answer my question of why, despite his wealth, he didn't have any servants. I have no idea where he disappeared, leaving me alone in this large home. At least he could tell me he was going to leave me.