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Emotions that pushed me into silence. “You forgot, didn't you?” Logan probed. Guilt washed over me. “It's okay. Five years is a lot of time,” he said, “or maybe after five years, you meet someone that begins to erase the pain of the past.” “Shut up!” I barked, “that is not what is happening.” I tried to defend myself, but what excuse did I have for forgetting that on this very day five years ago, my wife finally gave up.

And she'd been in my office for three months. Working for me. Fixing the company she'd built. Looking at me with those cold eyes that used to look at me with love. She'd been right there. How could I not have recognized her? Because I'd never really looked at her. Not when we were married. Not when I divorced her. Not ever. She'd been invisible to me. Isla. My first wife. The woman I'd married out of obligation and divorced without remorse. She'd been nothing to me then.

Jack said quietly. “How?!” I screamed, my voice cracking. “How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.”

“When the estate called and told him you’d collapsed, he drove out there right away. Since then, no one has seen the butler who was in charge that night.” A chill ran through me. To everyone else, it would sound like devotion. A man who removed anyone who failed his wife. I closed my eyes. This marriage, his man, this name make me suffocating.This man. They wrapped around me like walls. I rested my hand over my belly. If I stayed, this child would grow up inside those walls. I couldn’t allow that. But before I left— I needed his signature to end this marriage. Mafia Marriage From Betrayal to Obsession

--- Later that night, the room is dark. I stare at the ring on my finger. Heavy. Platinum. Diamond. I don’t remember him putting it there. I don’t remember saying yes. I don’t remember loving him. But when I try to take it off— It doesn’t move. And for some reason… I start to cry. ——— Outside my hospital door, I don’t hear Adrian speaking to the doctor. But I do hear him say one thing. Low. Controlled. Terrifyingly calm. “She may not remember me… but she’s still my wife. And I’m not losing her again.”

“You knew I was carrying a child eleven months ago, and you never told me?” “I didn’t know what happened to the pregnancy. When I asked you, you said you couldn’t remember anything.” I turned away, pressing my fingers against my forehead. I had spent months believing my marriage was failing because Adrian didn’t love me. Meanwhile, he had known about a pregnancy I couldn’t remember and had kept that knowledge to himself. “Did you ever look for the baby?” “Yes. But my grandfather told me the child had been transferred to a private family under your mother’s instructions. I couldn’t find any evidence to prove otherwise.”

When we finally settled together, I held her close, allowing myself to get lost in the warmth of the moment. A few minutes later we were both naked and I was on her thrusting deeply and fast. She whispered my name I closed my eyes. For those few hours, I allowed myself to forget that I was a husband. I climaxed after she did and became weak. I allowed myself to forget that my marriage was falling apart. I allowed myself to forget that my parents were angry with me. But forgetting didn’t make any of those things disappear. Eventually, the room became quiet as I laid beside her on the bed.

He had not expected that sentence to come from his wife's lips. The woman had also turned her gaze in another direction and that made Felix instantly confused and uneasy. The man was now beginning to sense that perhaps his wife was angry because she was reminded of her past. Oh, really if he could erase his horrible past, he would have already erased it and replaced it with something new. Unfortunately, the past could not be erased and could only be forgotten. This left him completely helpless. Truly in that man's heart, there was no other woman but his wife. Although he had touched a very large number of other women, Felix hardly ever remembered them so clearly.

he asked frowning. "I... I forgot!" I replied, clearing my throat. "You what?" he asked still frowning. "I forgot that there was such condition." I explained, remembering the complete conversation. "You forgot? Are you serious? Those words were and are still haunting me every day from that day onwards and every time I felt like shouting to everyone that you are my wife, I had to stop myself after remembering it. And you forgot?" he shouted, standing up and I followed his suit not believing the fact that he is shouting at me which he never did before.

I just eat my breakfast. When can he remember me? A sudden question pop out in my mind. Thinking that he's only here in my side because I begged him makes me want to cry. We're supposed to be married by now but that damn accident cause it all. I wonder how it feels having back the old Sylvester, I wonder how things turn out when he didn't forgot about me. I dream to be tie the knot with him, we dream our future together, we plan it together but dream just aren't enough, so I'll be waiting-waiting for the moment that he'll remember me again, I'll hold my breath right to the end, right until he'll spend the rest of he's life with me. I know it would not be easy but no matter what I'll take ris