The Wives He Forgot Novels & Stories

“Are you going to do yoga?” “Yeah, just until the pizza arrives.” She starts to leave. “No olives, right?” I nod and she leaves the room. Sh.it. I completely forgot about my brother. “WHO IS THAT?” “That is my wife. I told you that I had to marry someone because of my Visa”. I told my family only the basics. “Of course. You just forgot to mention that you married someone who is a goddess. I'm sure it must have been difficult for you”, the f.ucker jokes.

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.”

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.

“Noah, right?” The way he says my name—like it’s foreign—almost breaks me. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Noah. Your husband.” He flinches but doesn’t correct me. That’s something. “I gave the nurse a photo,” I say quietly. “Did you see it?” He hesitates. “Yes.” “Do you remember it?” “No.” His voice is soft, tired. “It feels familiar, but… like someone else’s life.” “Then let me help you remember,” I plead. “Let me show you what we were.”

“I treated my wife horribly. I don’t remember her name. I don’t remember how she looked or how old she was then. I don’t remember anything about her at all. I don’t know where she is. Until a few hours ago, I had forgotten I was even married." He held back his choking emotions as he added. "Shortly after my marriage, I instigated Lydia Aprice to study abroad. I forgot about her existence soon after.” “A few months ago, I found the girl I had met at the beach. Which makes it even more certain that everything the Aprices told me about my wife and my mother-in-law was lies. I don’t know the whole truth about my wife, but thinking back on what I can remember, she is the biggest victim in our mar

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.

For the first time in several days, I felt like we were truly a couple enjoying an ordinary dinner together. After we placed our orders, Liam looked at me again. “Sienna.” “Hm?” “I want to make you happy again.” I fell silent at his words. “I don’t know if I can immediately forget all the problems we’ve had,” I answered honestly. “I’m not asking you to forget them.” “Then what do you want?” “Give me a chance to prove that I’m still the same husband you married.”

I let her go and spent the coming years watching and enjoying what her time with me did to her. There was no light in her eyes, no flames in the words she spoke and no one seemed to give a shit…i found it funny and fulfilling, she stayed silent about it like it was a bad dream and i enjoyed watching her crumbled state trying to navigate through her pathetic existence. But she forgot me. She forgot everything, the light was back in her eyes and that bastard she married…i noticed how he looked at her, how the look in his eyes changed when she lost her memories.

Eleanor could see straight into the empty executive suite from her desk. As his secretary, she had his entire calendar memorized, today included. Which meant she knew exactly where he was out on a yacht, deep-sea fishing with Cassandra. Every meeting, every deal on the books today, canceled without explanation. She remembered, with an old, familiar ache, the last time he'd done exactly this skipping her hospital bed after the miscarriage for the same trip with the same woman. "You think Julian and Cassandra actually got married already?" Karen was gossiping by the coffee machine.

My eyes glow as I turn to him again. “Why should I ignore you? After I found out you made me your mistress? It's a good thing your wife didn't rush me. Why, Atom? Why did you cheat on me?!” Indignant at the angry I shouted at him in extreme anger. He did not answer me. His eyes saddened he thought I would pity him. I've moved on with him. I forgot about him. But here he is, appearing again. The thickness of his face! “Let's forget! You are already married. I am also married,” after I heavily sighed.