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"Are you forgetting to ask permission from your dear husband?" His wife appears to have been absolutely stunned by his presence, but then again, she is good at hiding her emotions. She composed herself for a few seconds, then she sniggered at him as she stared into his eyes and said, "Oh, pity me; why the fuck do I need to ask permission? And why do I always seem to forget, Enzo, that I am already married? Even though I am wearing this stupid ring, I keep forgetting that I have a husband. But then again, how can I even remember him when all he does is drive me away?" He instructed her, "Let's talk."

I whispered in his ear. He lifted his head from my shoulder and lifted my chin. "How can I forget these beautiful eyes that warms my heart on a winter morning? How can I forget how I bury my fingers in your hair as I tease your lips. And these lips," he said and traced his thumb on my lower lip and I close my eyes with tears streaming down in happiness, excitement and longings. "That brings out my deepest desire in my loins. How can I forget, Ava Nicholas, my wife." He finished and I hugged him tight. "You do remember. I'm so glad you remembered. I was so worried that I've lost you forever," I said, sobbing intensely.

He wiped his sweat off of his forehead. His wife laughed as if seeing him like that makes her happy. “You did not answer my question, my husband.” “They... They are doing good!” He smirked. “Both of them don't remember you.” His wife stopped laughing. She saw in front of him and held her chin. ”Aww, they must have forgotten about me.” Her voice was low and deep. “Or maybe they forgot about me because you erased their memories.” She smiled as if she said something so innocently.

“That— that day, when my memories came back, I was so confused. There were so many memories in my head that it became so difficult to decipher what was the truth and what was not. At first, I was happy. It’s because I felt that I'm finally able to live a normal life with you without my amnesia holding me back. However, as I got deeper into my memories, I started realizing that maybe everything that I felt was all a lie. Why… Why did you take such measures to marry me?” I felt my eyes warming up, so I looked up at the ceiling. “So… did you realize that you regret our marriage?” “No,” he shook his head. “Actually, yes…” My heart stopped, and I looked at him with wide eyes. “No, no. It’s not wh

Richard was not happy about that. "I'm not kidding. I don't remember what happened before. To be precise, I've forgotten what happened in the past year or so." "What's going on here? How can you forget? You can forget anyone, but you can't forget your wife! If she knows that you have forgotten her, she will definitely kill you!" "You've have been chattering for a long time, but you haven't made it clear. When did I get married? Who is my wife?" "Your wife is Valeria! You're dead if she knows this! William, you're over!"

She honestly said and covered her mouth from realizing what she forget. “HONEY!” Lium whined while pouting. “Sorry, I’m so focused on working that I forgot that we skip that for later.” She smiled apologetically to her husband and pinched his cheeks slightly. “You’re working too much to the point you started to forget things.” he acted like a sulking kid which made Verosha find it amusing. “HEY! I’m not forgetful.” she defended but she can’t hide her smile over her husband’s reaction.

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

If I show him that this bothers me, he will continue to do it. Before entering Max’s room, I knock on the door. When I don’t get a response, I slowly open it and say, “Maxwell, you will need to get up or you will be late for work. I am making breakfast for you and your friend. Here are her clothes.” I drop the clothes just inside the door. Maxwell groans, and the woman asks, “Who is that?” Max is quick to respond, “That’s my wife. I would introduce you, but I forgot your name.” The woman leaves in a huff.

If she saw him, she’d see the love in his eyes, the love he’d forgotten, and it would break her all over again. He was at her side in an instant, his hands hovering over her, not touching, like he was afraid she’d shatter. “Elle, I’m here,” he said, his voice breaking. “I remember everything. Our wedding, our marriage, how much i love you, the way you’d laugh at my terrible jokes, the night we planned about having a baby and cried together because we were so happy. You’re my wife. The baby… it’s mine. I’m so sorry, Elle. I’m so sorry I forgot you, forgot us. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

"I didn't dump you. I was mad, alright, but I—" "Don't lie," I said to him, my tone steadying. "You shamed me. You let your mistress talk down to me the moment she had a chance. You treated me lower than your maid. Gawddd! Callum, I was your wife not a plaything. We were married five years, there were other couples who were married longer with no kids but they did not try to kill their wives because their 'mistress' had an emergency. You shoved me when I begged for help.. You told me to stop faking it. That night, I lost everything." For an instant, there was guilt in his eyes. He was looking down at the ground, like he couldn't possibly look at me. "I… I didn't mean to—"