The Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

By reflex, they walked side by side. Like a normal couple. As if nothing had ever happened between them. But then… Whispers began to rise. “That’s Natasya, right? Erik’s mother… the one who was sick last year?” “Yes… the one whose husband brought another woman last year? Remember? The first year he brought a replacement woman, and the following year he even brought a baby girl.” “Poor Natasya. She was sick, and her husband cheated on her.” “I heard they can’t get married because the company belongs to Natasya.”

Adrian's POV The warrant exploded across my burner phone like shrapnel in the dead of night. Alerts piled up from the scraps of my network *International warrant issued. Murder-for-hire. Conspiracy with intent to defraud and kill.* Maribel. That pathetic, whining mess had survived, clawed her way back from the brink, and sung like a canary to save her own hide. I could picture her in that hospital bed, swollen and broken, spilling every secret I'd trusted her with. Ungrateful. Disposable.

“I don’t understand how she has a share of my husband’s wealth. She’s nothing but a gold-digging opportunist.” “Watch your language, Beatrice,” I blurted out, my voice dropping an octave. “Learn how to speak to my wife.” The room went still Legally, the paperwork said one thing. Emotionally, spiritually—every way that mattered—she had always been my wife. The law just hadn’t caught up yet. And we had been married before the accident stole her memories. And she might have signed those divorce papers in a moment of confusion, but I never did.

I knew it belonged to her; her scent still lingered faintly on the silk despite how old it was. Suddenly, everything began to make sense. Everything she had said was the truth—she was my wife, and we had been married. But I had forgotten her. How had this happened? I couldn’t recall her from my past, no matter how hard I tried. That was the most baffling part of all. It wasn’t just me—everyone else seemed to have forgotten her too. It wasn’t normal. I had never heard of something like this happening. What had occurred that made her leave us—and erased her from all our memories? The answers could only come from her.

"I didn't dump you. I was mad, alright, but I—" "Don't lie," I said to him, my tone steadying. "You shamed me. You let your mistress talk down to me the moment she had a chance. You treated me lower than your maid. Gawddd! Callum, I was your wife not a plaything. We were married five years, there were other couples who were married longer with no kids but they did not try to kill their wives because their 'mistress' had an emergency. You shoved me when I begged for help.. You told me to stop faking it. That night, I lost everything." For an instant, there was guilt in his eyes. He was looking down at the ground, like he couldn't possibly look at me. "I… I didn't mean to—"

Meanwhile Ethan barely looked up from his phone as he loosened his tie. “Traffic was insane,” he muttered. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Surely he remembered. Surely. Vivian shifted awkwardly beside him as he slowly looked up. His gaze followed hers toward the dining room, and I watched realization dawn across his face. He looked like he genuinely forgot, and it made my stomach drop. A strange ringing filled my ears. Seven years. Seven years together and he forgot our anniversary. Again. Not the first time.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

She wasn’t frowning or giving Seraphina that particular expression that said she knew her daughter was lying, and she was waiting for her to admit it. “He asked if we’d met before,” she admitted. Her fingers tugged at the blade of grass harder. “I told him no.” She looked at the fourth grave again. “Can you imagine? Our so-called love and marriage, and he couldn’t even recognize the woman he married.” The bitterness in her voice surprised her. She couldn’t help but wonder: Had he really forgotten her so completely? Seraphina exhaled slowly. “It doesn’t matter.” She stood and approached the smallest grave. There was no name carved into the stone. There were no dates either. There couldn’t be.

“That vampire? You did not know? Chet put a spell on him making him forget you for a couple of years. He should not let his guard down. Before I forget, including your loved ones and Mariah.” She closed her ears. Sidapa was wrong. Her classmates will remember her. As well as Mariah and her family. They love her. They will always love her. Who was she fooling? Nobody loves her. Everybody will forget. “Congratulations! You, a mere human, had entangled herself to the dreambenders making you a Forgotten. No. I am not talking about you who will not be remembered but to you who will become a wandering soul trapped in this place unless…”

Everything feels like it’s crushing down on me, and I’m barely holding it together. I rolled over and stared at the window, my fingers curling into the sheets. My chest hurt from everything I was trying to process. How could he say he lost his memories and then suddenly recognize Anthony so casually? I’ve known every partner in the company—how did I not know this Anthony? Or worse, did I know, and they’ve kept this entire thing from me on purpose? “Liar,” I whispered under my breath. “He’s a liar.” I wiped a tear that escaped before it could stain my pillow. I didn’t want to cry, but my heart didn’t care. All I could think of was how I was once so happy with him. So secure. So sure. And now