Novel & Cerita The Wives He Forgot

“We would need your wife's details." He swallowed hard. His hand trembled slightly, not because he'd forgotten how to use a pen, but because he didn't have his wife's number by heart. Valeria and the nurse stood each one beside him, watching and waiting. " Well, I…,” he stammered. He didn't know what excuse to give, and he didn't want to look like a terrible husband. The nurse seemed to be running out of patients. "I understand you're still in shock, maybe your assistant here can help you search for your wife's number in your phone.

He stared right at me — or at least in my direction — his eyes somehow darkening. For one fragile heartbeat I thought I saw something soften. Then he dropped the bomb straight onto my chest. “I don’t remember you.” The words landed like ice water. “Is it wrong now to have sex with the same woman who’s been singing in my ears for days that she’s my wife?” His voice dropped lower, laced with cruel amusement. “I mean, if I recall correctly, isn’t it the wife’s duty to satisfy her husband? To spread her legs when he wants, to take his cock like a good little whore even when he’s blind and angry and doesn’t remember her face? Tell me, Amber — are you going to deny your husband what’s his?”

It hit the floor with a small sound too loud, too heavy for such a small thing. Her ears started ringing. No. It must be another Michael. Carter is a common name... right? It's has to be.But her hands weren't steady as she read it again. Michael Carter. Not just any Michael. Her Michael. Her husband.Her chest tightened so badly she forgot how to breathe.Sarah's voice came softly. "He didn't tell you, did he?"Jessica looked up slowly.Sarah's smile wasn't kind. It wasn't cruel either. It was worse than both it was calm.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

He looked tired. “I released a statement a few minutes ago,” he said. His voice was steady, but quiet. Everyone had to lean in to hear him. “I failed my wife. I failed her for five years. I was emotionally absent. I prioritized work over her. I didn’t see her. I didn’t hear her. I didn’t love her the way she deserved. There is no excuse. There is only regret.” The room went completely silent. No one moved. Cameras clicked. Reporters scribbled notes quickly. You could hear the hum of the lights.

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

“No stress, no heavy conversations. Just… healing.” He studied me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “Why is my wife not here?” The question landed like a punch to the chest. I froze. “Your… what?” “My wife,” he repeated, his tone sharper this time. “Amanda. Where is she?” My stomach dropped, the floor tilting beneath me. Amanda. Amanda. The woman who’d left him seven years ago. And she was the first person he remembered. Not me. Not us.

He whispered but he forgot that unlike that island here she was not alone. She snatched her hand away. "I don't want to see your face again, Mr Liam Knight. I just want to forget that I ever met a man like you. You don't exist for me, not anymore, so you may live in hell for all I care," saying that she left. Liam only smirked. "Oh, little one, I don't live in hell, I rule over it. And as far as forgetting me is concerned, you won't be able to do it because I am carved in your fate, wife."

“Ok let’s get to work the sooner we know what is happening and how we can fix things the better.” The three of us sit down and forget about the company business for a little while. I need to know what is wrong and how I can get my wife back. Something is wrong and I need to fix things.