Novel & Cerita Wife Forgotten A Novella

“You are the Scribe, you hold the memory of what was. Now place it upon what is.” She walked to the faded c. Up close, it was; otherwise, it was not colourless, but silent. It had no scent, no life, it was just a void. While kneeling, the rough ground bit her knees, and she pulled out the journal. The page still held the valley’s sketch and the haunting question: The Warden is dead. Who will guard the key? She closed her eyes, pushing fear away, and she thought of this spot. Minutes ago part of the valley, she remembered the lopsided stone hut, moss on the north side, and the stubborn white wildflower.

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

I opened the notepad app on my phone and saw the message I had written to myself: "Alice is your wife. The woman close to you is your wife. She has your child. You have memory loss, so don't forget." I stared at the words, confusion swirling in my mind. Was this Alice? What in the confusion and absurdity is this. Another alarm rang, and I checked my phone again. This time, the reminder told me to check the notebook beside me. I picked it up, and my eyes scanned the pages filled with the same message: "Alice is your wife...". My heart skipped a beat as I turned to the woman beside me. She was beautiful, but how could I forget that she might be my wife? I felt a pang of guilt and confusion.

But near the bottom, wrapped in wax paper, lay something stranger. A book. No spine. No title. Pages brittle with age, browned at the edges. She pulled it out slowly, brushing off dust. One corner had been nibbled by time or mice but the contents were still intact. She opened the first page. “Once, far beyond the veil of true sight, there lived a widow in a house made entirely of glass. Every day she watched others… but no one ever saw her watching.” Isolde blinked. She knew this story.

She had passed away quietly, and her pathetic husband had remarried on a whim and taken his new wife and son overseas, leaving as though Scarlett had never existed. Dennis Clarke tapped his fingers lightly against my desk and pulled me out of my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?“ he asked. I blinked. “Nothing. I was just distracted. Where were we?“ “I was saying that—“ My phone vibrated, cutting him off. It was an unknown number. “Just a minute, Dennis.“ Reaching for my phone, I answered the call. “Adrian Hartley speaking.“ “Mr. Hartley, this is Love & Hope Hospital. Your wife and grandmother have just been admitted.“

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

Back then, the public had torn Arabella apart without mercy. Meanwhile, Leonard had looked like the pitiful husband betrayed by his own wife. “I still remember how everyone pitied Leonard,” Adele murmured quietly. “Even though he never once looked for me after I nearly died.” The room felt heavier and heavier. And now the same thing was happening again to Vanessa. The difference was— This time, the woman was still alive. “The Ashcroft family truly has no heart,” Adele finally said coldly. Sebastian walked closer slowly. His gaze remained calm.

Richard watched across the room as Meena's eyes got round with some unknown emotion. "I'll beg your pardon! I am not a thing to be kept safe or tended to. I am a woman! And I want to be loved and cherished, and if you can't do that, then I will not marry you! EVER!" With that, she stomped on his foot to emphasize her point, turned and fled the entry way.

"You won't remember me, or my name. But I will remember you. You're the she-wolf that almost stole the title of Alpha from me. The she-wolf that almost ruined plans five years in the making. And I won't let that happen. Those herbs will erase your memories. Unfortunately, you have a mate bond with James, so I won't be able to erase it entirely, but I can make it useless to you." Elizabeth felt her feet give way beneath her, and she collided with the ground. ________________________________ Elizabeth woke up groggy, holding her head. Had she collapsed outside her own front door? She grasped her head. Has she tripped over something? What happened? She glanced at the front step, a note left on

You wanted us gone, and you are getting that. *The girl you married is dead. She died in that hospital. The woman that is here now rises like a phoenix, and is no longer in need of your concerns.* *Goodbye, Mikel. I hope Sophia was worth it.* *Izabela Romano* Not Bella Sterling. Not Mrs. Sterling. Not even Bella. *Izabela Romano.* The name was full of power I never knew, a strength I missed. She didn't just leave, she was going back to who she truly was, an identity that I had not been paying attention to.