The Wife I Forgot To Love Novels & Stories

That was a memory… One I shouldn’t have forgotten. As a sharp cry tore out of me, my chest caved and my fingers hopelessly gripped my clothes. “Oh… My love…” The mad man sat before me, his gleaming eyes watching my misery as though it were his favourite movie. “You always blamed that idiot for abandoning you. But, in the end, who actually abandoned who? You forgot the pain of your most important day and blamed him for everything.” He tsked and I ducked my head to hide my sorrow.

That was the worst part. He had chosen me specifically because I was forgettable. Because grieving Isabelle required someone who would never measure up. Because I was a placeholder wife for a man who had died inside five years ago and was just going through the motions of living. My phone buzzed. Text from the same unknown number: “I'm sorry you had to see it this way.” I stared at the message, vision blurred with tears I refused to let fall. Typed back: “Who are you?” The response came immediately: “Someone who thinks you deserve better.”

“I thought he told you.” “He didn’t.” My chest tightened painfully. “He didn’t bother telling me he had a girlfriend. He didn’t bother telling me he had a twin. Why would he bother telling me anything when our marriage isn’t even real to him?” The bitterness in my tone made him look up sharply. “You’re his wife.” The words were soft. Firm. But heavy with something I couldn't place. A laugh escaped me wild, humorless, broken. “No,” I whispered. “I’m the secret he chooses to forget until I’m convenient.”

a woman in a silk dress murmured to her friend just inches from me, and the other woman nodded while sipping her drink, adding, "It's a shame about that girl he's actually married to, the one who tricked the grandmother into the match, because you can clearly see who he actually belongs with." ​I gripped the edge of my glass so hard my knuckles turned white, because for three years I had endured these whispers while staying silent. When I first married Slade, I actually believed that if I worked hard enough, if I cooked every meal, handled the laundry, and anticipated every whim of his parents and sister, they would eventually see me as one of them. I had spent the first year acting like an

She was already at the door when I shouted after her, “Olivia, if I’m gone one day, don’t ask for forgiveness when you stand before God! Face your faith and say, with a clean conscience, that you never wronged anyone in your life.” “Hugh, what are you talking about? How could you be gone? I’ve sworn in front of God that you are the one I love most, and that will never change.” Then, she turned and walked away without looking back. As I watched her go, I felt nothing but sadness. It was the sixth day of the countdown. I had waited in the church for a long time, but once again, she did not keep her promise. She did not come back. Later that night, she texted and said she was working overtime a

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My wife, Ivy York, has an avid suitor named Chester Sullivan, who claims to have transmigrated into a book for her. Even though Ivy has rejected him 99 times, he doggedly continues to pursue her affections. Then, during his 100th attempt, he's severely injured while rescuing her from a traffic accident. He looks at her desperately and pleads, "Ivy, please love me just this once. I really won't survive without your love." She remains expressionless. She just coldly instructs someone to send him to the hospital. "Samson Child is the only person I'll ever love. You're not worthy," she tells him. Later, I get into an accident and end up in critical condition. She kneels at the entrance to

“Thank you, Lee.” He looked down at our joined hands. “For what?” “For remembering that I am your wife, not your property.” His l eyes softened into warm, liquid velvet. “You are remarkably dangerous when you are being reasonable, do you know that?” I offered him a breathtaking smile. “So I’ve been told.” I picked up my phone. Finn’s photograph still glowed on the screen. I didn't want it. I didn't want private, boundary-crossing messages that blurred the line between past regret and present entitlement. I didn't want Finn Wilson casually barging into my life whenever he pleased, expecting me to manage his guilt simply because we had once shared a childhood romance.

“I don't care what happened before I got amnesic. It's the same for me. After all, I still remember my husband and everything important in my life. I thought that the things I forgot weren't really important and shouldn't be in my life. Or this may be away from Allah to make our marriage even closer after we previously had a long-distance relationship. " "Are you sure?" asked Haidar who felt sorry for himself. If only Shanum remembered who she forgot, maybe she wouldn't say the thing she just said. Because what he forgot was the most important person in his life. But Haidar also didn't want to force Shanum to remember everything. He also didn't want to take the opportunity. Even though he do

She relaxes and shrugs her one shoulder. "Did something happen?" I feel her voice cracking. I glance down at her. There are tears in her eyes, "My wife is not weak." I cup the side of her face. "I'm looking so happy with you in all the pictures. Why can't I remember anything? I want to forget him. All I remember is related to him, not you?" Another tear slips down and then more, "You don't know. How does it feel! I hate myself." "Have you thought about me? My wife talks about her E... He's not your Ex. He's no one to you." I say to her,