Wife Forgotten A Novella Novels & Stories

She uttered, recalling the vacuousness in his gaze, that coldness that pricked her heart, those eyes that told her he didn't recognize her but was that possible? Was it possible to forget someone so fast, it had only been a few weeks? How could he forget her easily or how could he pretend not to know her? "You should forget him, Gwen, he isn't worth fussing or gaining a headache. He has a mate already, it's better you move on with your life as he had done," Odessa voiced in a barren tone and gaze cemented on the ceiling. "Grandma Ola is no longer with us, we are on our own now. The best we could do is make ourselves at home, find something attached to our names, and when the time comes, we g

The Forgotten Mate 4. The Baby. Months had passed since that fateful night, and yet the memory of the mysterious man lingered within the depths of my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting happiness he had brought me. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the pain of my existence persisted, unyielding in its relentless grip.

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 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.

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.

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...