The Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

"How can a wife be just a friend to her husband, hmm? How can I?" No one dared to speak, and that encouraged me to talk again, "I thought we're okay. You were so... You were so 'you' yesterday. If I just thought you'd wake up remembering me as a mere stranger, I should also have locked you in our room until forever ends." I exhaled heavily. "I know you came from a car accident, but I never thought you'd lose our memories." "Guards, get her outside!" My mom instructed her toys and smiled devilishly. "Don't ever let her go back here again. Don't make me regret for paying you all." She flashed a secret grin for me to see, and for Neil not to notice.

"My wife is dead." Now it was Tiana’s time to stand up hastily. She looked as angry as he was. “Who told you that? How could I be dead when I am standing right in front of you." "Stop! You are not my wife." "I am." "I would not forget her." "You did Nicklaus. You forgot me when I have been waiting for you here every day, enduring every torture that came my way, training hard, going to a suicide journey just to see you once again. Yet what did I get when you return you didn’t even remember me. Ha!" She almost yelled frustrated.

He made his own name in the business industry enough for the Lee’s head of the family to entrust all their wealth upon his shoulders. “Yes, grandfather. But she didn’t even remember me.” He sadly informed the old master, recalling how Jacyn’s face reacted regarding unknowing him. He long waited for this day, for her to come back, unfortunately, she didn’t even remember him. Did the accident cause her to suffer memory loss? This made him wonder what she had gone through all these years. “I’m sorry, hijo. I didn’t expect her to forget you. The doctor said she was fine. She remembered us so we didn’t think she had forgotten some of her memories.” Grandfather Hou Lou was also at loss.

Seeing Anastasia William repeatedly reminded him of all the things he had been trying to forget. He couldn't understand why he was so curious about that girl, just because they had the same name, or something else? Arthur leaned against the chair and started thinking about that cursed night. He suddenly remembered his wife again. He remembered that day when divers had recovered his wife's half-melted body from the river. At that time, he had refused to accept that the body in terrible shape was his wife's, but the DNA report had confirmed that it was indeed his wife's body.

There were reasons I only took showers. Although the reason I had forgotten the bath running had purely been down to Aria… and her lack of clothes… my heart tightened at the thought. I felt the loss of my mate over and over each time I spoke to her about our days together. But, I knew I had to do this. If I ever wanted my girl back, I had to share our special moments together. In the hope something would trigger her memory…

It already happened a lot of times, and I was always one of the witnesses whenever it would occur while she was in a public place. The way she said that she couldn’t remember what Marco said just a while ago… it seemed like she was meaning it literally. The confusion on her face showed it all. The knots on her forehead as if trying to look for those memories in her mind—a person who wanted to forget about her past wouldn’t that. Something was up. Her frequent headaches weren’t normal. I sighed heavily and drank the wine that I was supposed to give Jane earlier. Fuck… Is it fucking possible that my wife couldn’t remember anything? Is it possible that she had fucking forgotten her memories fro

I just inhale and let the smoke fill the silence, holding it like I’m trying to suffocate the weight pressing down on me. Because I'm even more torn. Apparently, my wife has Amnesia for real, and she wasn't pretending. I'm yet to find out who took her and why they did it, so I don't know what drug they gave her that wiped nine years of her life. This includes the main reason I can't allow myself to get close to her. She has forgotten that, too. So whatever I've been doing has been punching in the fucking wall. I exhale slowly, letting the smoke cloud the night air before turning to Luca with a cold side glance.

, she answered. "Yeah, I do. He is your husband, Hayat. You got married almost six months now......" "How? Why can't I remember?", she asks herself looking at me with tears in her eyes. All these were happening what we all didn't know was that someone was outside her room rejoicing the fact that Hayat had lost her memories. Unknown Pov. Seeing her in pain was something that I have always wanted. And now I will get what I want. "Poor Aayan. Your wife has forgotten about you. Tsk, tsk. I don't think that there are any more enjoyable than that. Hayat loses her memories while Aayan loses the only woman who has kept him sane and has even brought him back to Allah by Praying".

“I actually forgot you had a wife.” He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. My head snapped up. “No, really, Damon. I forgot. That’s how far gone I’ve been. That’s how deep in your cock I’ve been. That’s how dumb you’ve made me. I mean—God—I’m here fucking you like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, like I don’t have a single brain cell left, and all this time you’ve got her—” I held up the frame like it was evidence in court “—sitting right here in a frame beside the goddamn mail. Not hidden. Not stored away. Here.”

Listening to them talk about their issues was calming until Sharon, the senator's wife spoke. “So Anna, tell us about your life? Did you really lose your memory?” “You don't have to answer any questions right now,” George told me. I nearly cried from relief. "Come on, Dad. You expect us to believe that this woman who appeared out of nowhere is your long-lost daughter?" Marianne asked. “I didn’t come looking for anyone,” I said, glaring coldly at her. It was George who looked for me. She ignored me, her eyes fixed on her father.