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Natalia said as she shut her laptop and started to lace around the room. Just how long would it take her stupid husband to come back home to his beautiful, obedient wife? “I can’t wait to see you back home, Mr Shaw.” She said softly to herself and giggled while playing with her fingers. It was definitely going to be a very long evening for the both of them whenever he decided to get home.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Together, they had burned like summer lightning. But their marriage wasn't a fairytale. It was war in silk sheets. Love, in the Forger household, came with conditions. And when Kourtney refused to be molded into a corporate trophy wife, the fire between them turned to ash. She had left. Or maybe he had pushed her out. All she remembered was the silence that followed—the kind that clings for years. Until last week. Until the gala. Until the fire. Back in the hospital, her bandaged fingers curled around a paper cup of water as her heart echoed every footstep beyond her door.

“You have the nerve to call yourself her husband, you son of a bitch! You lied to her, used her, and drugged her to erase her memory, all for that fake-innocent stepsister of yours, Fawn. Why don’t you call Fawn your wife? “You say you love Kate, yet you fed her a memory-erasing pill and gave away her wedding dress, her ring, and her wedding to another woman. And now you wanna talk about love? Your so-called love is some sick, twisted garbage. I think it’s great Kate doesn’t remember you,” she scoffed with a bitter laugh.

"While we were together, why didn't you ever love me this fervently? What did I do wrong?" A harsh laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "Love you? I couldn't ever truly love a woman like you—someone without values, without basic human decency. You want to know what you did wrong? You poisoned my wife. You killed my child. And you're sitting here trying to manipulate me with memories of a relationship that meant nothing."

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.”

They went along with the wedding and with no choice I had to go with it too. I had to break up with the woman I love so I could marry her. I have tried my best to love her but there’s nothing hard enough than forgetting your first love. I tried to forget about her but I couldn’t not when I had her following me around on the internet. I followed her every single fucking page. I saw her almost every day, how beautiful she had gotten and all I wanted was to have her in my arms again. I know it sounds crazy lusting over another woman when I’m married but like I said I can’t help it.

"Do you really not remember me at all? You said I was the devoted second male lead in a novel. You were supposed to conquer me, but you fell in love with me instead, so you begged the system to let you stay and be with me. "We got married. I gave up inheriting the family conglomerate for you. You negotiated with my rivals for my career, drinking yourself senseless until your whole body was swollen and flushed. You even endured the hardship of giving birth to Sam for me. You said we would grow old together, and I planted a garden full of roses just for you. "We loved each other so deeply. I replay these memories day and night. You loved me so much—so you must be lying to me now, right?"

"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..."

She had been staring at it for ten minutes, her thumb hovering over the connect button, unable to make the call. How did you begin a conversation like this? Hi, Mum. By the way, I got married six weeks ago to a billionaire who sees our family as a business risk. The thought was so absurd it was almost funny. Almost. Downstairs, she could hear the low murmur of the television in the living room. Rowan was already there, dressed for the day, a cup of coffee in his hand, his attention fixed on some financial news channel. He hadn't spoken to her again after leaving her room. He hadn't needed to. His instructions had been clear. See that you do. And now she was here, about to do his dirty work,