Novel & Cerita The Wife I Forgot To Love

The woman talked about her husband who woke up after brain surgery and didn't remember his wife of twenty-five years. At that moment Bree knew how devastated the woman must've felt. Although she had only felt Gage's love and affection for a fraction of the time compared to the woman who was forgotten by her husband. Still, it hurt her, so damn bad that she knew she needed to get away from him. Bree couldn't face the only man she ever loved deeply and watched as he couldn't even remember her name.

Tomorrow he'll be back to what he used to be, the person who doesn't care if you're still his wife. I smiled bitterly, I don't want to be a mere excuse even if we say it's my obligation as a wife. I just closed my eyes, if he goes back to his old self tomorrow, his emotionless eyes every time he looks at me will be okay. We both loved this thing. Because of my thoughts, I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep. TOMORROW

“I treated my wife horribly. I don’t remember her name. I don’t remember how she looked or how old she was then. I don’t remember anything about her at all. I don’t know where she is. Until a few hours ago, I had forgotten I was even married." He held back his choking emotions as he added. "Shortly after my marriage, I instigated Lydia Aprice to study abroad. I forgot about her existence soon after.” “A few months ago, I found the girl I had met at the beach. Which makes it even more certain that everything the Aprices told me about my wife and my mother-in-law was lies. I don’t know the whole truth about my wife, but thinking back on what I can remember, she is the biggest victim in our mar

Even though I am that drunk, how come I forgot what happened? "How we met?" He shook his head. "I don't know." Someone honked, and Wilson started to drive again. I sigh. How funny is our situation? But somehow, I am so grateful to know the truth. "Don't overthink, baby. We will dig our memories later." I nodded. He held my hand and kissed it. "I love you, wife," "We are not married anymore." He smiled. "I still consider you as my wife, baby." "Wilson, I love you so much. I will fight now. I will not let anyone step on me. I will fight for you. I will not be a coward anymore."

“Don't you see? I'm suffocating! I'm tired of living in a stranger's life, with no memories! You don't even try to help me remember when you barely tell me anything about me, my family, my past or even about us!” I start pacing back and forth, my blood boiling over. “You don't let me leave this house, you keep me locked up like a prisoner. Asides from my taking away my freedom, you, it seems you have forgotten how to love me, how to cherish me, how to make me feel like your partner. Because I refuse to believe that our marriage has always been like this, before I lost my memory. And why don't you call me sweetheart or darling like other husbands do or even tell me you loved me even once?”

Eric sighed, “you need something to make you forget her. At this rate, you're going to hurt yourself.” “Forget her? You know that's impossible.” I raised my hands dramatically, “I really can't.” Eric's lips curled up, “even if you won't forget her forever, you can just forget her for a single night. You know what I mean.” Vanessa slapped Eric's thigh and he let out a yelp, “Really, babe, can you stop doing that?” he snapped, flipping his attention to her. Vanessa bit her lips, “how can you advise him to forget his wife? Would you do the same if I disappeared into thin air?”

I frowned and snarled when I remembered his wife. "What's up?" he asked. I was oozing out a cold aura. My eyes flashed with hate. I scoffed before pushing him away. How did I not think of her? Why did I forget that he was married? He must have married her by now. "What's the matter, mate? I thought you accepted me already." "Do not touch me," I howled. "What the heck is wrong?" he wailed. "What have I done wrong?" "How dare you tell me that you love me when you have someone you love," I snarled. "How dare you!"

“The woman? She’s not on any employee records. Apparently, she rents a room upstairs and works part-time managing the register. Paid under the table.” He turned to her now. “Name?” Amanda hesitated. “I asked the shop owner. She said the woman goes by Lena Hart.” The name dropped like ice water down his spine. Dominic sat up straighter. “Say that again.” “Lena Hart,” Amanda repeated. “Why?” His mind went blank for a split second. No. It can’t be. “She was my wife,” he said flatly. Amanda’s jaw dropped. “Wait—that’s Lena Hart? The one from the contract marriage thing?”

Two years is a long time to forget someone, but how could I forget the person I adored more than myself? I'm sure she'll misinterpret me. Was her love so fleeting that she struggled to spend even a few seconds with me? Her words and presence were driving me insane. I wanted to keep her with me while simultaneously getting away from myself. I'm not sure what I want; what type of dilemma is this? I do not have control over myself or my words. I'm attempting to persuade myself that my wife is a traitor by talking harshly to her and trying not to forget what she did to me. But why do her presence and her tears hurt me?

"You're playing the victim so well. Making everyone feel sorry for you. Poor Grace with her amnesia. Poor Grace who can't remember anything." "I'm not playing anything! I'm scared! I'm trying to remember who I am!" "Then let me help you remember." Mason grabbed her face. Forced her to look at him. "I'm Mason Hartwell. Your husband. We've been married seven years. SEVEN YEARS. And you're telling me you just forgot all of it?" "I... I don't know. Maybe. The doctor said—" "I don't care what the doctor said!" His grip tightened. "You're MY wife. Mine. Not Aiden's. MINE."