Wife Forgotten A Novella Novels & Stories

At this moment, she felt a lump in her throat, unable to describe her emotions. "Ivy, I didn't want to tell you all this, but I couldn't let you remain trapped in someone else's memories," Wilfred said, gently stroking her head. He truly cared for her and only wanted the best for her, even if her heart belonged to Nash. For him, her well-being was all that mattered. Nina suddenly remembered the arguments she had with Nash about Zac. Realizing now that Zac never existed. It was either a figment of her imagination or someone else's memory.

It’s a person. Fallon glances up, startled by the accuracy of the statement. “It used to be you and Ethan. Two fools tangled in hope. But somewhere along the way… we all forgot what mattered.” The Madam explains. Fallon smiled bitterly, “He forgot me.” Madam Farwell laughs, “He is a fool. He forgot himself, too. He kept following what he thought he needed and forgot who was there.” Fallon’s breath catches. The tea grows cold between them, untouched.

The sense of worthlessness, the sense of betrayal, the sense of never being enough for someone she loved. Caroline looked at Ben once more, then shook her head. She felt like a fool for thinking that she could find happiness. As it turned out, it was all an illusion. With shaky steps, Caroline turned around, unable to stand being in that room anymore. She just wanted to leave, before this pain destroyed her further. As Caroline opened the door, several guests and hotel staff who happened to be passing by in the hallway looked in. Their eyes were immediately drawn to the figure of Ben lying on the bed with Jolina beside him.

The sound of the car keys hitting the key hanging board created quite a melodious sound before fading into the air. Sophia stood in the hall of the mansion with her head bowed down staring at the floor like a child who had committed wrong. If only the poor girl knew the truth... If only she stayed with the stranger instead of coming back to this man who only addressed himself as her husband while slept with god knows how many women behind her but expected her to remain however he wished her to be...

But if I could remember one thing, it was that I didn’t have a husband. “But you do remember your sister, right? Sheba,” he asked and I replied. “Yes, why wouldn’t I remember my annoying sister?” I scoffed and he smiled. “Do you remember her husband?” He asked and I paused for a moment again. “Sheba is married? How did that even happen? I thought she was going to stay single forever with the way her relationship with Vincent was going,” I muttered to myself but I thought I was saying that in my head. Obviously, I wasn’t.

The living fossil smiled and said, “That woman? She’s been dead for too long. I forgot what she looked like a long time ago.” Baby Zetty said, “You’ve forgotten because of how fickle you are when it comes to feelings. She might not have forgotten about you. Perhaps she’s waiting for you somewhere in the afterlife. Day after day and year after year, she’s suffering from the pain of loneliness. Yet here you are, one foot in the grave and still yearning for worldly affairs. Are you worthy of her?” The living fossil seemed to see a young woman in a white wedding dress walking toward him while letting out a peal of clear laughter.

But what kind of luck leaves you forgotten? What kind of Luna lies rotting in a bed while the pack dances under the moon? I used to count the days. I used to believe I’d get better. That giving birth to a child too powerful for my body didn't break me forever. That maybe—just maybe—he’d come visit and tell me he missed me. I wonder if he still calls me mama. Now I count the seconds between doses. The space between breaths. The dwindling hope that I'd get my wolf back.

The First Memory warned them. "Do not stop walking." Nobody needed convincing. Hours passed. Perhaps days. Time felt strange here. The silver road stretched endlessly ahead. The forgotten possibilities continued walking beside them. Silent. Peaceful. Tragic. Then Nova saw someone she recognized. Her heart stopped. The old woman from the Valley of the Forgotten. The one who had found peace. The one who had moved on. Yet here she was. Walking beside the road. Smiling gently. Nova immediately stepped closer. "Wait."

“Her husband was found with two bullets in his chest and one mistress in his bed.” “Ciara,” she gestured to the woman seated next to Harper. “Her husband drowned in the swimming pool in their home, although he’s a good swimmer.” “And last but not the least, Evelyn. Her husband disappeared. They never found his body. Just his wedding ring… in their garden.” None of them smiled. “Let me be clear,” Celeste said, turning back to her. “By accepting my invitation, you’ve accepted the rules of the Widow’s Club. There’s no application or initiation. Your grief is your entry.”

As I walk up to them, I say, “It wouldn’t have mattered…” Joesph looks at me with a frown and confusion, as he says, "What do you mean, it wouldn't have mattered?" I frown back at his tone, as I say, “I found a handwritten note in the ‘forbidden book of supernatural knowledge’, it was written on a completely unrelated page, which is why I kept missing it. It was a warning about the fated.” “What warning?” “I would say a rewriting of the part where it says that the bond can be severed by a powerful Fairy. Yes, a Fairy can help one survive the other's death, but in reality, no matter what, the fated always follow each other…”