The Wives He Forgot Novels & Stories

, she answered. "Yeah, I do. He is your husband, Hayat. You got married almost six months now......" "How? Why can't I remember?", she asks herself looking at me with tears in her eyes. All these were happening what we all didn't know was that someone was outside her room rejoicing the fact that Hayat had lost her memories. Unknown Pov. Seeing her in pain was something that I have always wanted. And now I will get what I want. "Poor Aayan. Your wife has forgotten about you. Tsk, tsk. I don't think that there are any more enjoyable than that. Hayat loses her memories while Aayan loses the only woman who has kept him sane and has even brought him back to Allah by Praying".

Then he looked up at me, ice-cold. "Bianca, don't pull anything. Maggie's waiting to keep playing after you're done." Maggie. Maggie. Always Maggie. He never once asked if I was okay with this. Somewhere along the way, he'd completely forgotten I was his wife. Forgotten that a few days ago, I'd lost our baby because of her. I was barely managing to stay on my feet tonight. When I didn't move, someone suddenly shoved me. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and do it. Don't tell me you're chickening out now?"

“Rose Mary? Is that really you? Oh my God, I really didn't expect that I would finally see you here. Come, and welcome to your palace which will one day be yours. We have been holding back what we feel for so long and trying to hold back the longing because you haven't come here for several years. Until finally our son said that you had a small accident that made you disappear for a while. However, you know, your future husband is really a very, very good man, even though he can't wait for you and can't know where you are, but the thing that is really very pleasant is that the future husband is really very loyal to thousands of women. The one who came here to eat with the kings who were thei

"You're playing the victim so well. Making everyone feel sorry for you. Poor Grace with her amnesia. Poor Grace who can't remember anything." "I'm not playing anything! I'm scared! I'm trying to remember who I am!" "Then let me help you remember." Mason grabbed her face. Forced her to look at him. "I'm Mason Hartwell. Your husband. We've been married seven years. SEVEN YEARS. And you're telling me you just forgot all of it?" "I... I don't know. Maybe. The doctor said—" "I don't care what the doctor said!" His grip tightened. "You're MY wife. Mine. Not Aiden's. MINE."

I clenched my fists and followed the doctor out of the room. Once we were in his office, I didn’t even wait for him to sit down. “What the fuck is going on?!” I roared. “Explain. Now.” The doctor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was going to break this down slowly. But you clearly want the truth right now.” I narrowed my eyes, fists still trembling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Killian,” he said softly. “But it appears… your wife has forgotten some memories with you.”

“I actually forgot you had a wife.” He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. My head snapped up. “No, really, Damon. I forgot. That’s how far gone I’ve been. That’s how deep in your cock I’ve been. That’s how dumb you’ve made me. I mean—God—I’m here fucking you like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, like I don’t have a single brain cell left, and all this time you’ve got her—” I held up the frame like it was evidence in court “—sitting right here in a frame beside the goddamn mail. Not hidden. Not stored away. Here.”

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

"My wife is dead." Now it was Tiana’s time to stand up hastily. She looked as angry as he was. “Who told you that? How could I be dead when I am standing right in front of you." "Stop! You are not my wife." "I am." "I would not forget her." "You did Nicklaus. You forgot me when I have been waiting for you here every day, enduring every torture that came my way, training hard, going to a suicide journey just to see you once again. Yet what did I get when you return you didn’t even remember me. Ha!" She almost yelled frustrated.

He had not expected that sentence to come from his wife's lips. The woman had also turned her gaze in another direction and that made Felix instantly confused and uneasy. The man was now beginning to sense that perhaps his wife was angry because she was reminded of her past. Oh, really if he could erase his horrible past, he would have already erased it and replaced it with something new. Unfortunately, the past could not be erased and could only be forgotten. This left him completely helpless. Truly in that man's heart, there was no other woman but his wife. Although he had touched a very large number of other women, Felix hardly ever remembered them so clearly.

“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.”