The Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

Because standing by the window, looking out at the city with her back to me, was a woman I didn't recognize. But something about her posture. Her height. The way she held herself. She turned around. And my entire world stopped. Because Jaxon Romano, the man who remembered every business deal, every competitor, every threat... didn't recognize his own wife. Fate, it seemed, had a sense of irony.

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The burn on my hand was nothing compared to the fire tearing through my chest. This was the man I gave everything to. The man who promised to love me forever. And here he was, parading his mistress in my home. Tears spilled again. I wiped them away quickly, forcing myself to focus. I couldn’t break down. Not tonight. A guest was coming, and I couldn’t ruin the meals. So I swallowed my sobs, tightened my grip on the spoon, and turned back to the stove. Because what else could I do? I was his wife. His forgotten, discarded wife.

“Ruin? The assets are returning to the primary holding. You are the sole heir to everything.” “You actually think I care about the assets?” I laughed—a short, raw, terrible sound. “I’m not interested in the money you were trying to use to control me. I’m interested in the truth. And I’m going to dismantle every single person who had a hand in the death of my wife. Every lawyer, every operative, every shareholder, and every damn family member.” I pointed a finger straight at Julian Vance.

Then I added, "I forgot we're not divorced yet. You brought the papers, right? Perfect. I was about to take some time off anyway. Once we sign them, we can head to the courthouse and make it official." Her face went ice-cold. "Unblock me." "No." "Babe." Her voice softened. "I'm sorry. Please add me back." I rolled my eyes. "I don't even know your number." Her expression changed instantly. "You don't remember my number?" "No. So what?" She gripped my shoulders like she'd finally realized something was wrong. "You... How could you forget my number? You used to know it by heart." Damn it. My heart skipped. She noticed.

--- Later that night, the room is dark. I stare at the ring on my finger. Heavy. Platinum. Diamond. I don’t remember him putting it there. I don’t remember saying yes. I don’t remember loving him. But when I try to take it off— It doesn’t move. And for some reason… I start to cry. ——— Outside my hospital door, I don’t hear Adrian speaking to the doctor. But I do hear him say one thing. Low. Controlled. Terrifyingly calm. “She may not remember me… but she’s still my wife. And I’m not losing her again.”

a woman in a silk dress murmured to her friend just inches from me, and the other woman nodded while sipping her drink, adding, "It's a shame about that girl he's actually married to, the one who tricked the grandmother into the match, because you can clearly see who he actually belongs with." ​I gripped the edge of my glass so hard my knuckles turned white, because for three years I had endured these whispers while staying silent. When I first married Slade, I actually believed that if I worked hard enough, if I cooked every meal, handled the laundry, and anticipated every whim of his parents and sister, they would eventually see me as one of them. I had spent the first year acting like an

the man replied evenly. The tension between them snapped tight instantly. Kieran’s jaw clenched. “That’s my wife, " he said. His tone was sharp with ownership. "Step aside.” My heart pounded harder. The word wife felt like chains tightening around me I shook my head weakly. Tears slipped down the sides of my face. “No…" I whispered. "Please…” The stranger glanced down at me briefly. Just for a second.. It was enough. He saw it. The fear. The desperation. The truth.

Five years into our marriage, I still hadn't gotten pregnant. The doctor said my fallopian tubes were blocked and that conceiving would be difficult. Even so, my husband, Lucas Enright, loved me with all his heart. Then, on our anniversary, he called and promised me a surprise I'd never forget. But when the estate gates swung open, a pregnant young woman stood outside. The smile froze on my face. Lucas didn't notice. He kissed the top of my head, beaming. "Freya, once we have this baby, the elders in my family will finally stop pressuring you about not having kids." When he saw how pale I was and noticed me trembling, he quickly pulled me into his arms. "Isabella is nothing more than a surro

The woman continued. “I had two children. One died. The other lived. But after the first child died, I could no longer bear to remember him.” She looked at Raven. “So I asked the world to forget.” “Why?” “Because every time I remembered his face, I remembered that I had failed to save him.” Raven’s voice softened. “What happened?” “I forgot his name.” The woman began to cry. “And when I forgot his name, something terrible happened. The world forgot him too.”