The Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

"I know I have no right to ask for anything. I know what I did. I stood there while they hurt you. I threatened our children. I will carry that for the rest of my life. But I am not that man anymore. The blockers are gone. The lies are gone. I remember the way you used to fall asleep against my chest. I want us to be back together as a couple." Ivy folded her arms. "Memories do not erase the damage. You broke something that night. Not just my trust. Something deeper. I cannot go back to waiting for the next time someone decides I am not good enough." "I will never let that happen again." "You already did." Her voice stayed level, but her eyes were bright. "You chose their version of the trut

Seven years into my mission to win Stephanie Chelle's heart, I had helped her become one of the business world's rising stars. And yet, she divorced me for her first love. All because her first love was terminally ill, and she had promised to marry him. I refused to give up and begged her to stay. "Once we're divorced, I won't remember you anymore." But she impatiently shook off my hand. "Can you stop being so selfish? Grayson is dying, and you're still fighting for my attention?" Later, I remembered everyone except Stephanie. Yet she came to me with red-rimmed eyes, begging me to come back.

Usually, my inbox was empty, with no client requests. But this time, something was different. A red notification circle appeared on the screen. My heart immediately raced with excitement at the sight of someone trusting my consulting services through the website, despite my modest portfolio. I blinked several times in disbelief when I saw the name. Helen Aldridge. I remembered her. She was the wife of the owner of Veritas Trust & Saving. She was probably around forty. I had met her once at a charity event. As far as I could remember, she didn’t have a business of her own and simply accompanied her husband wherever he went.

She relaxes and shrugs her one shoulder. "Did something happen?" I feel her voice cracking. I glance down at her. There are tears in her eyes, "My wife is not weak." I cup the side of her face. "I'm looking so happy with you in all the pictures. Why can't I remember anything? I want to forget him. All I remember is related to him, not you?" Another tear slips down and then more, "You don't know. How does it feel! I hate myself." "Have you thought about me? My wife talks about her E... He's not your Ex. He's no one to you." I say to her,

___ "YOU ARE MY FREAKING WIFE! No one else but you, as my wife, knew how much I hated whenever anyone used to look at each other. Don't you remember? I used to be like this even before our marriage?! Do I have to remind you how I bet that boy who tried to kiss you? YOU ARE MINE! MY WIFE! AND I HATE TO SEE YOU WITH ANYONE ELSE. THAT FREAKING SCARES ME!" ___ Those words kept ringing in her ears like a broken music player. These words were continuously haunting her from yesterday and it was difficult to act like nothing happened. She remembers his every word clearly. She remembers the look on his face when he said those words. She remembers how honest he was looking at that moment. She remember

"Anna, I'm so sorry to hear that. What do you plan to do now? Will you look for them? I mean will you look for your family?" Caspian asks, full of concern. "Honestly, I'm really not sure what to do. It's been sixteen years now. If my family wanted me back, they would have looked for me by now right? But no one ever came for me.” “I feel incomplete but I'm very lucky to have Popsie and Marmee. I have decided that I would just let it go for now. I don't have much of a choice anyway. Besides, I haven't the slightest idea where to start looking. They might even be dead or moved far, far from here."

"Are you forgetting to ask permission from your dear husband?" His wife appears to have been absolutely stunned by his presence, but then again, she is good at hiding her emotions. She composed herself for a few seconds, then she sniggered at him as she stared into his eyes and said, "Oh, pity me; why the fuck do I need to ask permission? And why do I always seem to forget, Enzo, that I am already married? Even though I am wearing this stupid ring, I keep forgetting that I have a husband. But then again, how can I even remember him when all he does is drive me away?" He instructed her, "Let's talk."

She had completely forgotten to be vigilant. How could she forget? It was him who married her for three years, but regarded her as a pile of rubbish. How could she forget that when her husband was with her, he always yearned for another woman? How could she forget that her child had been killed by Nikolai in person.... She could not forget about that. Never! Hailey gently let go of her clenched fists, trying to show any difference in their facial expression. Hearing the noise, Nikolai glanced at her. He glanced at his watch, stood up and asked, "Are you done reading?"

I never believed that everyone was right about him. “I want her gone, Fred. This is my home and I refuse to have her around. How can you get married when you already have a wife?” I screeched at him with tears falling down my face. “You will not speak to my wife that way!” His thunderous voice boomed and my heart shattered even more upon hearing how possessive his tone became when he referred to the woman as his wife. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and faced me with serious eyes, “listen Theodore, a lot of things have changed. Refusal to comply would leave me with no choice but to send you back to the prison which you just came out of.”

"Pak Ares will let you know when it's the right time." Feby clicked her tongue. "You're just his lackey, don't boss me around!" "I know my place. I hope you realize it too, Feb. You’re just his mistress." "Shut your mouth, Angga! I'm his wife," Feby retorted, not accepting it. "Even though... the second wife." Angga smirked. "Oh really? You can only be called a second wife if the first wife knows. Meanwhile, you? Your status is kept secret. In other words, you’re just a kept woman."