The Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

It was her fault that she had intervened not once but several times in her son’s long-awaited happiness. How could she have forgotten her past? How could she have forgotten the grievances she suffered when she was with Adam before moving to establish their own family in this country? How could she have forgotten the oath that she and Adam had made about not interfering with their kids’ marriage? Where did she get the audacity to judge another person’s worth? That too, that of the young heiress of the Burke industries? How could she forget that in love and marriage, no one other than the two people who are involved had the right to judge. How could she become one of those people that she desp

“Rose Mary? Is that really you? Oh my God, I really didn't expect that I would finally see you here. Come, and welcome to your palace which will one day be yours. We have been holding back what we feel for so long and trying to hold back the longing because you haven't come here for several years. Until finally our son said that you had a small accident that made you disappear for a while. However, you know, your future husband is really a very, very good man, even though he can't wait for you and can't know where you are, but the thing that is really very pleasant is that the future husband is really very loyal to thousands of women. The one who came here to eat with the kings who were thei

“I died, Loretta. I watched my life, my love, my very existence, stolen from me. I will not make that mistake again. This time, I will be the one pulling the strings. And Ivy… she will learn that the true cost of betrayal is not just death, but utter, absolute ruin.” She ended the call, the phone feeling light in her hand now. The fear that had gripped her at the hospital had transformed into something else entirely: a cold, focused power. She had stared death in the face, twice, and emerged stronger. She understood the shifting currents of fate now. And she would use that understanding to carve out her own destiny, and to deliver a retribution so precise, so devastating, that it would echo

“If I told you Claudia actually said the words ‘we need you to pretend to be his wife again,’ would you buy me chocolate cake?” Theresia snorted. Jasmine nearly choked on her tea. “Excuse me, WHAT?” “You’re not joking, right?” “Unfortunately, no,” I said, grabbing the menu. “You… you have to play wife again?” Jasmine repeated, like she needed confirmation that I was actually living inside a soap opera plot and not real life. “Yup. Full package. Fancy house, missing memories, hot husband who forgot he used to be a bastard.” Theresia leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “Hold up. Wait. So he forgot literally everything, but the part that stuck was you… as his wife?”

She clung tightly to him as tears streamed down her face. Suddenly— Kring… kring… KRINGGG! Both Elijah’s and Lejandro’s phones rang at almost the same time. Elijah turned away, stepping aside to take his call. “Hello?” “How are you, my beloved wife?” a man greeted from the other end of the line. “W-who are you? I don’t know you— and I certainly don’t have any other husband aside from Lejandro! Stop messing with me!” “Oh? You’ve already forgotten me? After the child we made together— something your precious husband could never give you? You forgot me that easily? How fascinating, my dear Furtiza.”

I clenched my fists and followed the doctor out of the room. Once we were in his office, I didn’t even wait for him to sit down. “What the fuck is going on?!” I roared. “Explain. Now.” The doctor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was going to break this down slowly. But you clearly want the truth right now.” I narrowed my eyes, fists still trembling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Killian,” he said softly. “But it appears… your wife has forgotten some memories with you.”

"I haven't forgotten..." "You're forgetting right now. Right here in this moment you're forgetting that I'm your wife. That I stayed when she left. That I chose you when you were broken and angry and barely capable of being kind to me. That I fought through your walls and your damage and your parents' disapproval to build something real with you." My voice cracked. "And now she shows up with a positive test and suddenly I'm back to being the replacement bride watching you consider whether the original model might be the better option after all." "Eve, that's not..."

“I thought he told you.” “He didn’t.” My chest tightened painfully. “He didn’t bother telling me he had a girlfriend. He didn’t bother telling me he had a twin. Why would he bother telling me anything when our marriage isn’t even real to him?” The bitterness in my tone made him look up sharply. “You’re his wife.” The words were soft. Firm. But heavy with something I couldn't place. A laugh escaped me wild, humorless, broken. “No,” I whispered. “I’m the secret he chooses to forget until I’m convenient.”

The howling in the great hall was deafening. The cries leaked through the heavy doors, attracting the wives of a few lesser bosses, men who depended on the Valenti family. They had come for the party. Now they stood at the entrance, their eyes traveling over the wreckage to the body in Grandma's arms. "My God..." A woman in a red dress, holding a glass of champagne, covered her mouth. But her voice was sharp, dripping with a cruel sort of humor. "Well, look at this. A little mix-up in the Valenti succession. The dying girl lives, and the living girl dies."

She tapped the pen against her chin. “What was her name again?” My stomach tightened instantly. “Athena,” Dexter answered. My entire body froze. I slowly looked at him. He remembered. Dexter still remembered my name. Here I was thinking I had become another forgotten face from his past. “That’s her!” Mrs Cherry snapped her fingers. “Athena.” She smiled. “She was your friend, right?” she asked Dexter. “No, she wasn’t.” his expression was unreadable “Just a weird girl that invited me here.”