Novel & Cerita Wife Forgotten A Novella

Because somehow,‘ I had forgotten her, forgotten myself, forgotten him. A tear splashed onto the page, and then another, until I burst into tears yet again. As I wiped them away, something slipped free from between the pages. It was a folded note. My breath hitched as I slowly unfolded it. The handwriting wasn’t mine. It was messier, bolder, and looked male. Right at the bottom, the initials ‘F.W, Felix’ stayed. The note read; ‘If you’re reading this because something happened, because you forgot, because our chaos got to you in the worst way possible, please remember this one thing, as much as possible, Vivi, my muse.

A child born without a father by their side, without a family to love and care for them—there was no reason for that life to come into this world. There was no need for another soul to suffer in this house. … After that dramatic move-in day, Rosa settled in, but I never saw her. It was like nothing had changed. While she was probably enjoying her new space, I was focused on figuring out how to make contact with the outside world. Vincent still hadn’t returned my phone. I even tried bargaining with Rosa, telling her that if she helped me, I would leave this place for good—meaning Vincent all to herself. But all she did was look at me with pure dispise.

Cheers erupted all around them, loud and jubilant. But against that fiery celebration, I felt nothing but an icy chill seep into my bones. Three months ago, she had worn the same pure white wedding dress, standing before the priest, swearing that I was the only man in her life. Three months later, she had become someone else's wife. Rage drowned out reason. I shoved away the foot still pressing down on me and staggered to my feet, rushing toward them. My eyes burned red as I demanded hoarsely, "Portia, what the hell is going on?!"

Nyelle The moment I woke up in the middle of the night, only one thought occupied my mind. Cassia. She was gone from the mansion now, but I refused to believe she had walked away without leaving something behind. People like her didn't spend years weaving lies without keeping traces of them somewhere. No matter how careful a person was, there was always one mistake, one forgotten clue, one tiny crack that could bring everything crashing down.

********** Walter's POV This was the first big fight that I have with Florence, I still didn't get where my fault lies. I was ready to ask her forgiveness, I love her too much to just let her go. She should know me by now, maybe I was destined to be with her, maybe her vision was real but I was so fucking over in trusting the universe to control my fate.

Her younger self has envied the family that was blessed by the fairy goddess. Since then, she has enjoyed the death of the offspring generation by generation, but the child which has been promised by the fairy goddess has shown. Ten years before the incident, Faera lost track of her entertainment, she also forgot about the daughter of the foolish woman. That woman wanted to have another family but met her end in a pitiful state by dying by the hands of the werewolves. It was quite a scandalous matter at that time since the werewolf clan who had kept their silence lost one of their pack members, not only that, it was their beta. The beta who fell in love with a human. That discord sparks more

The day Wilna felt love was useless. So... stay tuned for updates. I'll keep updating on Helena's story while I think of an extra chapter for Helena and Michael. maybe marriage? hehehehhe

But it’s also wrong — so wrong — for that same friend, my own girlfriend, to send me a voice note about how fucking Luca Vitellio is her “one true love.” I took the now warm mug of whiskey to my numb lips and hit play again. The voice note rolled through my head for what had to be the hundredth time. I know I’m punishing myself by listening, but I had to be sure it wasn’t some prank that maybe there was a hitch in her voice, some code, something forced… something. What could have possibly happened? Luca Vitellio chose the wrongest girl to love, and Nova chose the worst time to be a snitch.

Each keystroke should feel like victory, yet guilt creeps in. “You’re working late.” Matteo’s voice interrupts my concentration as he enters the study. “Creating a life story takes time.” My fingers pause over the keyboard. “How does one explain three years of secret marriage to someone with no memory?” “Carefully,” he replies as he settles into the leather chair across from my desk. “Boss, you sure about this? The woman’s been through hell.” “Her brother put me through worse. Nico destroyed everything I built, turned my own allies against me, and left me for dead in that hospital. Now fate delivers his most precious possession into my hands.”

“Forgive me for saying all that, Natalia. It’s the alcohol and pent up anger against the world.” “And we can have a child if we want to, but we don’t. And don’t expect us to think that you’ve kept your fatherless child in good hands. Not when you still cannot identify her father and you show up to public events dressed up like an attention seeking whore.” Noah says, and Wendy starts to cry. Natalia makes no effort to console her this time as she’s still hurt. “Excuse me, my beautiful wife.” Noah says to Natalia and walks away.