The Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

“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

Finally, I release a heavy sigh accepting that maybe I couldn't just understand what had just happened to me she claims that I loved her and she said it with so much affection that anybody would have been moved enough to at least consider her words but whenever I looked at the woman I called my wife the only person that stayed in my memory is when everybody else left I couldn't imagine feeling the same way for anybody else it seemed ridiculous but yet I couldn't stand on my ground without my memories. With the flick of my wrist and I checked the time I was able to conclude that I had waited for more time than I expected in this office and I had to return back to the occasion so everything co

“Fine, fine. Whatever you say, my wife.” I looked at Clyden as I kept feeding him. Clyden, who has Amnesia, does not seem to reject me at all. In fact, he even acts sweetly and talks to me with warmth. Maybe I can use this time to mend our relationship and make him see that I’m not what he thinks I am.

Wendy’s grandmother said. Natalia let the woman in, only because wasting time to argue would make her lose time and Delilah had to be with someone quickly. She also knew that the woman would not go if she was asked to. That was now stubborn she was. “I am sorry. I knew about my grand daughter and your husband— I mean, ex-husband—” Natalia shook her head and gave a small smile. “Late ex-husband.” The older woman’s eyes widened. “What? How? What happened to him?”

He had not expected that sentence to come from his wife's lips. The woman had also turned her gaze in another direction and that made Felix instantly confused and uneasy. The man was now beginning to sense that perhaps his wife was angry because she was reminded of her past. Oh, really if he could erase his horrible past, he would have already erased it and replaced it with something new. Unfortunately, the past could not be erased and could only be forgotten. This left him completely helpless. Truly in that man's heart, there was no other woman but his wife. Although he had touched a very large number of other women, Felix hardly ever remembered them so clearly.

I let her go and spent the coming years watching and enjoying what her time with me did to her. There was no light in her eyes, no flames in the words she spoke and no one seemed to give a shit…i found it funny and fulfilling, she stayed silent about it like it was a bad dream and i enjoyed watching her crumbled state trying to navigate through her pathetic existence. But she forgot me. She forgot everything, the light was back in her eyes and that bastard she married…i noticed how he looked at her, how the look in his eyes changed when she lost her memories.

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

I knew it belonged to her; her scent still lingered faintly on the silk despite how old it was. Suddenly, everything began to make sense. Everything she had said was the truth—she was my wife, and we had been married. But I had forgotten her. How had this happened? I couldn’t recall her from my past, no matter how hard I tried. That was the most baffling part of all. It wasn’t just me—everyone else seemed to have forgotten her too. It wasn’t normal. I had never heard of something like this happening. What had occurred that made her leave us—and erased her from all our memories? The answers could only come from her.

As I started the engine and looked at Sienna sitting beside me, I was really thankful. After all the problems that happened during those weeks, I began to think that I am going to lose my wife. But this morning, Sienna is still here beside me, willing to smile and even willing to give me another chance. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel lightly. Thanks, Sienna. I promised myself that I am going to make everything better. However, for some reason, I couldn't help but think about Wilona. I can't forget about what happened on that day. From the hotel, to waking up forgetting everything, to the accusation from Wilona, even up to the money I promised to her all flashed back in front of my

And was I the first man whose wife denied sex and he had to resort to his mistress? " You are here to forget her," she replied bitterly, ignoring the hurtful words I had uttered. With a note of finality, she added. " I'm sorry, I can no longer do this. Like you said, I'm nothing but your whore. Good enough to fuck but not good enough to wife? Go back home to your darling wife, you son of a bitch!" A low, menacing chuckle rumbled in my throat. This was quite comical. " Hold on a minute, you thought I would wife a whore like you? Why would you be so delusional?"