My Unforgettable Wife Novel Novels & Stories

"The one's that I know." "So what books do you know?" I pushed. He thought about for a minute, then said, "Before my wife died, every night she would read her books out loud and I couldn't help, but listen. The books she once read are the only ones I would ever read." I was silent for a minute. I didn't expect him to say anything about his wife. In a lot of situations, a lot of girls wouldn't have liked a man they fancied, talking about a woman they loved. But for some reason...I didn't mind. In fact, I wanted to know more of her. It was interesting to me that...the one person who had gotten through to Noah, was a human girl. However, at the same time, I do have conflicted emotions, like if

"Of course! I am not interested in having a relationship with women and planned to live my life as a bachelor. I never pictured myself getting married and having a family of my own. I then met my wife who moved me by her innocence and kindness. You have no idea how foolish and naive she was. Valeria pawned all her jewelry just to save me from difficulties way before she knew my true identity. She doesn't have a knack for house chores but chose to learn cooking just for me. She was a timid person but decided to sort things out with my father just to be with me. She even intended to take away her own life upon receiving news that I may be dead. My wife would not have made it through if it were

My head was still pounding so I grabbed the coffee she prepared but her hands snap my hand away. “that’s not yours! Get your own damn coffee!” “Alright, since you already have called me a stupid oaf and I don’t remember anything, may I know why my wife is sending me death glares?” “You want to know why dear husband?” Opening her notebook, she furiously wrote “I’m actually writing it on my diary. First day as a married woman. Our wedding was blissful and happy. My husband promised to give me my wedding night after days of halting our sexual intercourse. I was excited to consummate our marriage when my dear husband fell asleep in the middle of his seduction. The worst part was I got locked out

And now she has returned. It's her fault why she was hurting now. She allowed herself to be drowned by his charm. She was overwhelmed by his need for her flesh. She allows herself to live in a dream, forgetting everything was just borrowed. She enjoyed too much being his wife. Forgetting the fact that no matter what she does, he can never be her husband. Their marriage has no happily ever after. And, someone owns him.

And I knew about her chequered past, her difficult childhood, the business setbacks that had nearly killed her. But trust was no reason for overlooking something so glaring. I slowly sat down in my chair, the single sentence ringing round and round in my head. There is more to your wife than you know. My phone buzzed on my desk, a text from Nova. "Hope your day is going great. I find myself missing you every second that passes. Kisses." I looked at the screen, at the easy comfort of it, the plain sweetness. This was real. This was true. Whatever game Naomi was on, whatever she thought she knew, it could not hold a candle to what Nova and I had built.

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

Before I could even speak, Leon smoothly moved toward Nyelle again and wrapped one arm around her waist naturally. The movement nearly made me lose my mind again. “You’ve been bothering me nonstop about bringing a woman,” Leon replied casually. “So I finally listened.” My father’s face immediately brightened. “You two look incredible together,” he admitted warmly. I almost choked on air. For one horrible second, I forgot how to breathe properly. Because the woman standing beside Leon smiling politely at my father… was literally my wife. But my father genuinely didn’t recognize her. My dad suffered memory problems for years now, and honestly, I didn’t help either. Since marrying Nyelle, I bar

I'll do well to carry you along. The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife 2 (Marrying Him For Revenge) This Book Can Be Read As A Standalone Synopsis I married him, again. My abusive ex-husband. He ruined me, he abused me, he molested me, he took almost everything from me, and then made me have his babies. And then, I married him again. We reconciled after my twin sister whom he did all these for left him, we reconciled and I married him again. I'm officially Mrs. Ford, this time with no commas. And I shall have my revenge. I shall destroy every bits of him left, the ones my twin sister left couldn't.

“An unhappy wife will become an unfaithful wife.” Unfaithful. That was laughable at this point now. Hell, I thought I was marrying a moldable, inexperienced wife, but now I had clearly an experienced woman in my home. A woman I didn’t even know anything about but would find out everything about before the sun rose on another day.

“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