Wife Forgotten A Novella の小説・ストーリー

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."

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…”

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A lot of it. She blinked hard, trying to focus, her breathing shallow and ragged. Where was she? How did she get here? Fragments of memory slammed into her like broken glass. She had been following a lead. A quiet meeting with a former Hartley employee who claimed to know the truth about the “disappeared” wives. The man had been nervous, whispering about the Circle, about rituals, about how the family didn’t just control wealth … They played God with their lives. Then pain.

Julia had successfully destroyed a man who has just been trying to wake up from his nightmare, Rachel's job was to restore Nicholas' trust in something called love so that he would not end up alone in the world, well even if she was not the one who would be his life partner, it doesn't matter to her. she sat down in front of the computer and started typing the name Catherine Belford - Psychiatrist. There were several articles that appeared and as if everything has been arranged by nature, one of them wrote about the disaster experienced by little Nicholas Anthony. She rushed to research all of them one by one, but no one said where the psychiatrist was at this time.

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“Honey, we should take the baby home. You need to rest.” Elara stared at them, her mind blank. “Honey?” she repeated, disbelief breaking her voice. Liam said nothing. He just looked down, gently patting the baby’s back— as if the woman who once stood by him through everything no longer existed. Elara stood motionless. But inside, everything was collapsing. “So this is how easily you erase me, Liam?” her voice cracked, pain bleeding through every word. “So quickly you forget the vows you made before God? I was there when you had nothing! And now you stand here, pretending you don’t know me?”