The Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

It was eerily quiet for a morning in the Alpha house, most staff would be busy with breakfast and cleaning at this time but still there should be someone here to clean the maids quarters. The main room was dark, all of the curtains had be drawn preventing any light from seeping in through the windows but the smell of old blood still filled the room. Quickly pulling open the curtains I freeze at the sight before me. Three young children and Sylvia seated peacefully upon the tattered sofa, or so it would seem. With each step towards them the smell of old blood grows stronger, mixed with a hint of cinnamon. A scream from behind me snapping my attention from them. "What have you done?!" An elder

“Ok let’s get to work the sooner we know what is happening and how we can fix things the better.” The three of us sit down and forget about the company business for a little while. I need to know what is wrong and how I can get my wife back. Something is wrong and I need to fix things.

Damn, how can I forget this? When I turned around, I noticed my wife sleeping. She looked like an angel while sleeping. When I remembered the events of the day before, my thoughts became jumbled once more. My wife is smart and articulate. I had no idea she was capable of it. She is unique in many ways. She is training hard and now she is helping me in mafia business. She is ready to take the oath. We need to plan it soon.

I opened the notepad app on my phone and saw the message I had written to myself: "Alice is your wife. The woman close to you is your wife. She has your child. You have memory loss, so don't forget." I stared at the words, confusion swirling in my mind. Was this Alice? What in the confusion and absurdity is this. Another alarm rang, and I checked my phone again. This time, the reminder told me to check the notebook beside me. I picked it up, and my eyes scanned the pages filled with the same message: "Alice is your wife...". My heart skipped a beat as I turned to the woman beside me. She was beautiful, but how could I forget that she might be my wife? I felt a pang of guilt and confusion.

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.

Richard was not happy about that. "I'm not kidding. I don't remember what happened before. To be precise, I've forgotten what happened in the past year or so." "What's going on here? How can you forget? You can forget anyone, but you can't forget your wife! If she knows that you have forgotten her, she will definitely kill you!" "You've have been chattering for a long time, but you haven't made it clear. When did I get married? Who is my wife?" "Your wife is Valeria! You're dead if she knows this! William, you're over!"

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.

For those who know that sometimes, the greatest kind of love isn’t loud or perfect. It’s the kind that stays. The kind that fights. The kind that waits. From my pen to your heart. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your tears, and your hope. Always writing for you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright & Disclaimer © Ernest Brooks. All rights reserved. The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), real-life events, or experiences is purely coin

Whatever it was, it wasn't as fucked up as mine Who is still holding onto a very much married woman who doesn’t even remember me Yvonne had looked straight through me like I was a stranger, and it fucking hurt. “Forget this” I muttered. “Just give me the latest updates.” Thane didn't push further. He filled me in on everything I had missed. Market changes, rivalries, mergers, and new faces in the industry. When we finished, I stood up and shook Thane’s hand. “Hey, Thane,” I called just as I reached the door. “Yes?” “If, let's say, by the time you realized your wife was the one for you, she had already married someone else, what would you have done?”

His eyes were bloodshot, but there was clarity in them, dangerous clarity. “How does a man forget making love to his wife for ten years?” he asked, voice rising. “Not one memory. Not one night. Ten years of marriage, and I can’t remember a single time we were together.” The hallway fell silent. “Elliot,” Helina said, her tone low and controlled, “come upstairs.” “Don’t,” he snapped, stepping back. “Don’t touch me.” He laughed once, humourless.