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Liam bowed his head, speaking in a voice so low it was barely audible: “I get it, I get it all…” How can you not understand that there is no longer any possibility between them? It's just that forgetting someone is really not easy. If you've ever truly loved someone, you can't say forgetting is forgetting. “Liam, you are so lucky to have a wife who loves you like that, and a lovely daughter like this. If you open your heart, you will realize, you are really living a very happy life." Grainne sighed and continued: "Promise me, forget me, try starting your new life, okay? Just watch it. Like for me." Liam was silent for a long moment, then solemnly nodded.

I questioned and he leaned closer as he signaled for me to come closer. “Why don't you find someone else? Another woman that'll keep you company and make you forget about your wife.” He suggested and I chuckled as I stared at him blankly. “You don't understand, Doc. I love my wife with all my heart. I need to lose my memory so that I can forget all the bad things that happened. I don't want to look at her and remember the things she did. I don't want to look at her and feel regret or hurt.”

Finally, I release a heavy sigh accepting that maybe I couldn't just understand what had just happened to me she claims that I loved her and she said it with so much affection that anybody would have been moved enough to at least consider her words but whenever I looked at the woman I called my wife the only person that stayed in my memory is when everybody else left I couldn't imagine feeling the same way for anybody else it seemed ridiculous but yet I couldn't stand on my ground without my memories. With the flick of my wrist and I checked the time I was able to conclude that I had waited for more time than I expected in this office and I had to return back to the occasion so everything co

They welcome us wholeheartedly but my wife receives more love than me. I am abandoned, almost pushed into a corner while I watch them surrounding my wife. Great! They forgot they have a son, too.

"You're different and I want you to know that I love you." "Please don't say it." My voice trembled. "Those words that sound so simple can pierce deep into the soul." I got up from where we were and she sat on the bed, I forgot anything else I might have felt before, thankfully my goals returned to my soul. But if I had to put her through all this, if we really had to sail in that vast sea of pain, I wanted tonight for me... For us, tonight I would forget that I was Habbab Arslan, I would only be a husband, loving his wife, even if our marriage was fake, I would give my all tonight.

Everyone only remembered Avery as my wife. This whole situation was maddening, and this mysterious woman now seemed even more enigmatic. What in the hell was going on? "Married or not, it doesn't matter if you forgot so easily," she murmured, her voice laced with disappointment. There it was again—the same thing she kept repeating. What reaction was she expecting from me? Constantly pushing my buttons, reminding me of a past I couldn’t recall as if I’d chosen to forget her. "Then enlighten my memory," I said, my voice carrying a challenging edge.

The father is agitated. “I disagree! When I said my vows the first time. I said for better or for worse! I’m not leaving my wife because she doesn't remember me! I know she will one day!” “Devon! You are a foolish man! This one doesn’t know you at all! All she knows is that you are filthy rich and can provide a good life for her! Cut her loose! You don’t know what she got going on in her head!” “Excuse me! I can’t sit here and let you say what you say about me, sir! I’m not some gold digger! I may not remember my husband, but I’m falling in love with him, and that’s what matters to me! Not his wealth!”

It's not that I forgot; I just didn't feel like it. “I-i forgot to wear it,” I said “but that doesn't change anything. I am Mrs Vanderbilt” “Well if you really loved your husband and you're happy in your marriage, you wouldn't be here” Damn! He was right. But I wasn't going to tell him that. “You don't get to leave me abruptly and then just stroll back in four years later and expect me to just run back to you, into your arms. Like I had been waiting for you all along” I said.

My bride. The woman I married in secret. The woman I was tied to by both choice and fate. The woman I lost. And I forgot her. How does a man forget the one thing that should stick with him forever? How do you forget promises made in the still of night, when two hearts decide they will belong to each other always? How do you forget the way her eyes lit up when you said you'd protect her? The way her hand fits just right in yours?

Her smile, which used to feel like home, now just a distant memory I couldn’t touch anymore. She stayed for so long. In silence. In pain. In a role she never truly chose. My wife… but never really my wife. The mother of my child… but never part of my life. I put her in the wrong place, bound her with a contract I thought would keep her by my side, when in truth, I was the one slowly eroding her reasons to stay.