The Wives He Forgot Novels & Stories

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,

He had seen all of it. And he had stored it the way people store things they take for granted. In a place they do not visit because they assume it will always be there. Then he had walked away. And now a stranger at a business lunch was talking about his wife like she was someone worth watching. And Jordan Park was stopping casting days for her. And she was walking down Greystone Avenue looking like a woman who had somewhere to be and every intention of getting there. He stared at the ceiling. The candles were out. The music was off. The perfect evening was over and what was left was just the dark and the city outside and the particular company of a man lying next to the woman he chose while

She had on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Even though these women didn’t remember me, I remembered them clearly. This woman was Frederic Pattel’s second wife. The first never attended these things. She was too good to associate with women beneath her. Everyone knew Frederic loved his first wife, but she was also known to be a big bitch. So he got himself a second one, only good enough for sex and for attending public events. The other women agreed with her, nodding softly in unison. “How would you know what kind of woman Ethan likes?”

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

Eric sighed, “you need something to make you forget her. At this rate, you're going to hurt yourself.” “Forget her? You know that's impossible.” I raised my hands dramatically, “I really can't.” Eric's lips curled up, “even if you won't forget her forever, you can just forget her for a single night. You know what I mean.” Vanessa slapped Eric's thigh and he let out a yelp, “Really, babe, can you stop doing that?” he snapped, flipping his attention to her. Vanessa bit her lips, “how can you advise him to forget his wife? Would you do the same if I disappeared into thin air?”

She said and he shook his head. "He is perfect." He stated making her scoff and roll her eyes. "Never heard that for me, your wife and you are taking his side as if he's your wife." She complained. "I know you spend more time with him then you do with me- BECAUSE of your project, I know but that doesn't mean you'll forget who your wife is." She sassied. "I can never forget who my wife is, she's one of a kind. She won't let me forget nor do will I ever forget." He said and she nodded, satisfied.

Fallon I forgot the time when I was talking with the wives. I only realized two hours had passed since I joined them when their husbands returned. I was enjoying telling the story of an innocent bar waitress seduced by a lustful, pathetic mafia man who almost begged to be wed to me. I held my laugh when I saw my supposed husband coming my way, dripping with sweat and unaware of all the humiliating fake scenes I told the wives. I covered my breath hitch with a smile when he immediately wrapped his arms around me as soon as he returned. I noticed the wives' eyes on us so I decided to solidify my stories by showing him so submissive of me.

The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]

After locking him up in jail he found a text from his grandfather. Shit! He almost forget about it. Once he lied he got married only not to get irritating marriage talks from his grandfather. But he forgot he needed to show up with his wife. Now where could he find a wife? That old man was too clever to get deceived! He hurriedly went off work.

"Once upon a time, there was a woman with a brave heart, but she forgot who she was. And there was a man who thought he was strong, but he forgot his wife as well because he was made to feel that way” Eden snuggled closer, her thumb brushing her cheek. Damon continued: "They met once, and it was fire and thunder. But fate played a cruel trick, and along the way, the woman forgot the man just as the man did at the beginning... and the man nearly gave up trying to find her. But you know what, Eden?" "What, Daddy?" He kissed the top of her head. "Even when she forgot him, her heart remembered”. "And did he find her again?" Eden asked, as she did every time, though she already knew.