The Wife I Forgot To Love Novels & Stories

She lacks insight into that. She only knows that the man loves her and they were in a relationship before they got married, but she still couldn't clearly remember their past. In her breakdown in the comfort room on her wedding day, that's when she remembered everything about Gerald. How they met and how they separated. The past they had is painful for her, but she thinks more about the good experiences they shared, which strengthen her resolve. Suddenly, someone calls Ava's phone. She turns it off because she knows her husband will trace her whereabouts if she answers it. Her GPS tracker turns on immediately the moment she answers the call.

It was overwhelming that I had to grip my table. "Fuck, how could I forget you?" I groaned and slammed my fist on the mahogany desk. When my brain was done shuffling all the memories and it felt like all the puzzle pieces were now in place, a small gasp left my mouth. "Shit, Deena. Shit! How could I do this to her?!" I have forgotten the woman I have always loved and promised to cherish forever! I forgot the reason why I made all those sacrifices in the first place! And I hurt her. God, I hurt her so much when I forgot about her.

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

Harthwore found himself becoming even more interested in uncovering what this was really about. Then he remembered the plan. He had to apologize and convince her that his wife was the one at fault. “It may be difficult to convince my wife to reconcile with you,” he said. “But rest assured, she'll come around.” “I said a lot of hurtful things to her,” Ruth admitted. “I was angry because she didn't trust me.” “It's alright.” Harthwore gave her a reassuring nod. “You should go back inside. She'll come around eventually.”

The Woman He Forgot to Cherish For three years, Lena Hartwell has loved her boss and fiancé, Damian Cross, with everything she has. She has swallowed his coldness, translated his silences, and told herself that love is a lamp you keep lit, even when he lets it burn low. Then Celeste Marlowe arrives. She is tall, graceful, and soft-spoken, and she seems to have been made to be adored. She cries at the right moments, apologizes at the right times, and turns every small slight into proof that Lena is petty, needy, and jealous. Soon the whole company believes it, and so does Damian. Every time Lena tries to speak up, he tells her to grow up and reminds her how easily an engagement can be calle

Then I added, "I forgot we're not divorced yet. You brought the papers, right? Perfect. I was about to take some time off anyway. Once we sign them, we can head to the courthouse and make it official." Her face went ice-cold. "Unblock me." "No." "Babe." Her voice softened. "I'm sorry. Please add me back." I rolled my eyes. "I don't even know your number." Her expression changed instantly. "You don't remember my number?" "No. So what?" She gripped my shoulders like she'd finally realized something was wrong. "You... How could you forget my number? You used to know it by heart." Damn it. My heart skipped. She noticed.

Carol remarked, lifting her chin. “Mind your own business,” I snapped. “You accused me of being a fraud before, and I kept quiet. But I won’t let you spin a story like that. My child is deeply loved by me and my husband.” My voice caught in my throat. Suddenly, I remembered how Jasper had treated me before divorcing me. “My husband is a very kind man who loves—” My eyes began to well up as I said those words. “I’m sorry, I think I have to go now.” I glanced around the room, briefly acknowledging the others before leaving.

At dinner, my husband, Cole Jarrett, piles ginger on my plate and urges me to eat. Tears fill my eyes as I look at the table. Every dish is made with ginger. "I'm not the one who likes ginger," I say. "You've got it wrong. Ginger makes me sick." After I'm presumed dead in a plane crash, Cole finds a lookalike, Jacqueline White, to care for our son, Elias Jarrett. But when I return, I realize they've already come to see Jacqueline as me. No matter how much I care about my family, whenever Jacqueline sets me up, they always believe her. One night, Elias comes to my room. I haven't seen him in three years, and I'm overjoyed to see him. I reach for him, but his first words send a chill

safe. He pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes. “I love you, Essence. I’ve always loved you.” I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. All I could do was smile. A strange, bittersweet smile, because how could something feel so right and still feel so unreal? “I thought I was someone else’s wife,” I finally whispered. “I believed him. I believed everything he said. But now....standing here...I don’t know how that happened. How did I ever forget this? How did I forget you?”