Wife Forgotten A Novella นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Cassandra Without my phone, I couldn’t contact anyone. That man had cruelly confiscated it as if I were a child. I had no intention of staying here long, even though I was actually very familiar with this place. But this room had become the place where I secluded myself in loneliness, ignored by my husband and his family. The dining room wasn’t pleasant either. Even the sofa where I used to wait for him, every time I looked at it, my chest tightened. I could never forget that it was also in that place where he stripped me naked to sleep with me.

He said nothing, just stared at me. I pressed a hand to my burning cheek. The scene was identical to my previous life, down to every detail. My would-be parents-in-law were sobbing uncontrollably. Elsa and Larry hovered at their sides, offering comfort. In front of my eyes, lines of floating comments scrolled wildly, like a barrage of invisible subtitles only I could see. They were urging me to remain a faithful widow, to wait patiently for Thomas Warsh's return. However, what they did not know was that Thomas and I had never even registered our marriage.

I weep for the abandoned dinner, for the set table, for the candles extinguished before they even had a chance to live. I weep for this pregnancy barely begun, already rejected. I weep for this belly ignored, denied. For this love I carried alone. I weep for what my sister stole from me. For her words, whispered in my ear like a provocation: "I'm pregnant. By him." And him, Marius, silent, but standing at her side like a trophy she had conquered, a man who would not be returned to me. I weep for my naïveté. I weep for that foolish belief that love is sometimes born of the everyday, that it can grow where nothing was ever sown.

He lowered his head in shame as he added. "I have no excuses for my behavior or thoughtlessness here, but I believed all the lies told by the Aprices. While I don’t have any proof, and I have not looked into her, I believe my wife is a decent person and not at all like the promiscuous gold-digger the Aprices painted her to be.” “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."

She became someone else when she was with him, someone she didn't recognize, someone she couldn't control. I read until the words blurred and my eyes burned and my chest felt like it was caving in. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that I was supposed to meet Maya in an hour. I had a coffee shop to find and a conversation to have and a truth to confront that was already unfurling in front of me page by devastating page. But I couldn't stop reading. I couldn't put the book down. My wife had written this. My wife had lived this. And I was the fiancé, sleeping in the next room, believing her lies, completely unaware that my father had taken her apart with a single handshake.

But his wife didn't budge from the elderly woman's body. Juniper stomped her feet angrily. “Damn you Agatha! You dare make him walk away from me. It’s supposed me he’s comforting, not you!” she screamed in her head. "Agatha, she's dead,” said Austin, looking at Agatha. But his beautiful little wife didn’t look at him. Agatha looked at Nana's smiling face and opened her eyes. "Goodbye Nana." She closed her eyes and magically dissipated her body into thin air. She stood up and like a lost soul she walked away from the crowd. She kept walking until she started walking on water.

Jack didn’t come back that night, nor did he give me a call and I almost died of worry, not because I was his aunt, and he was my duty, but because I didn’t know what he might or where he might be, since I was the cause of this distance, even though I really didn’t mean it That night, I did a vigil by overthinking about everything, about my shitty life and my fate, and it only went worst in the morning time, cause my dear husband decided it was time to leave me again, just when I was considering maybe coming clean to him about my affair with my nephew and seeking his forgiveness

Felicity suddenly cussed as if she remembered something which angered her. She growled, "When I paid him back, I tripped over something. Coincidentally, I fell into his arms, and he actually thought I was trying to seduce him. At the time, he warned me something along the lines of how he has a wife and that I shouldn't be delusional. Then he said even though everyone says his wife is dead, in this heart, his wife is still alive in this world!" Kisa felt her heart waver.

Benjamin pressed his lips together and said nothing. Sarah felt the air around her freeze. "After all, Colette had been living with Mrs. Jameson from the beginning. Mrs. Jameson … was deceived. "Who could've known that a seven-year-old would be so deceitful? Colette deceived her, for sure. "Mrs. Warde Senior had been feeling guilty all these years. She grew distant from Mrs. Jameson because of this incident. She had been searching for Ms. Victoria all those years since she went missing. She—"