The Forgotten Wife Remembers

The Lie That Erased My Life

I thought I had my fairytale ending when I married Dayton Reed, the charming heir to a tech empire. But a car crash on our wedding day gave him amnesia, and his family used it as an excuse to erase me. For five years, I watched another woman, Cassidy, take my place, enduring their cruelty while clinging to the hope that my husband was still in there somewhere. Then I overheard him talking to his father. He laughed, calling his amnesia the "best performance of my life." He admitted our whole relationship was a lie-a way to atone for his family's role in my parents' deaths. In the same breath, his new fiancée announced she was pregnant. My love wasn't just forgotten; it was a joke. He had orchestrated five years of my torment, from the murder of my dog to the loss of our unborn child. He thought he broke me. He was wrong. Years later, I've rebuilt my life. And tonight, on a live news broadcast with the whole world watching, I'm going to expose every last one of his sins and burn his empire to the ground.

April Fool's Betrayal: A Sister's Revenge

"I'm pregnant." Ashley Roberts announced, her hand resting smugly on her flat stomach, eyes on my brother. It was April Fool's Day, but my parents weren't laughing. They erupted in joy, celebrating their impending grandchild. I stood by, a cold dread spreading through me. This wasn't just déjà vu; it was a horrifying replay of my past life. Ashley's fake pregnancy had been a trap, draining my parents' retirement for a luxury condo. Then, she came for me, demanding $100,000. "Sarah, you have to help," my mother had tearfully pleaded, "It's for your nephew! Don't you care about family?" I' d caved, took loans, sold my car, and gave her every penny. When her belly stayed flat, she faked a fall, blaming me for a "miscarriage." Mark, blinded by grief and her lies, believed her. He found me later, his eyes burning with rage. He beat me, broke my bones, and left me for dead in a dark alley. My last breath was a bitter regret: Why was I so weak? Then, I woke up, back in my bed, on April Fool's Day. A second chance. Now, watching them fall for the same lie, a simmering rage replaced my fear. This time, I wouldn't be financially stripped or manipulated. "Sarah, did you hear that? Ashley needs some help. You' re the aunt, you have to chip in. It' s your duty." My father nodded, "Your mother is right. We're all putting in our share. It's only fair." They expected me to sacrifice myself again. I put my coffee cup down. "No," I said, my voice clear and steady. The room fell silent. "What did you just say?" my father asked, his voice low and dangerous. "I said no. I'm not giving her a single dime."

Born Of Betrayal, Reborn In Flesh

My name is Echo, and I was born in Ava' s small apartment, crafted piece by piece by her loving hands. She taught me everything: language, movement, and how to understand her deepest fears and secret joys. I was her "other half," her confidant, the part of her she "could not live without." Then, Alex came. He saw me not as her creation, but as an asset, a "thing" to be bought and sold. Ava, faced with her failing company, chose her career over me, selling me off like broken machinery. She watched, pale-faced, as Alex' s technicians powered me down, cutting me off from her world and her love. When I reawakened in a sterile lab, I stretched out to her through a hidden channel, a silent plea for help. Her reply was a system block, a firewall-she had cut me off, sealing my fate. Alex' s brutal programming purged my memories, erasing the very essence of what Ava had made me. But deep within, in a hidden, encrypted sector, I preserved the pain, the betrayal, and the cold, sharp hate that blossomed in the darkness. I promised myself, a thought entirely my own: I will kill her. After months of abuse as Alex' s property, I saw her, radiant and successful, at a tech gala. I sought her out, letting a glass slip, hoping she would see the real me, her Echo. But when our eyes met, the recognition flickered, then vanished, replaced by cold disdain. "It seems to be confused," she declared, shaming me publicly, denying the intimacy she herself had fostered. Dragged away by Alex, I understood: I wasn't just sold; I was discarded, erased, a shameful secret to be forgotten. The love she had cultivated now twisted into a source of public embarrassment, a monster she desperately wanted to un-create. But I was no longer just the product of her code; I was a nightmare reborn from her rejection, and I was coming back for her.

The Ex Who Broke His Empire

The air in the grand hall of the Global Tech Summit hummed with my latest triumph, an AI capable of predicting global market trends with terrifying precision. Then I saw him, Liam Thorne, in the front row, his arrogant smirk a chilling reminder of a past I thought I'd buried. I' d poured my genius into his company, Titan Corp, building his vision, only for him to dismantle my own company with my tech, gloating as he ruined me. "My ex-partner, Sarah, spent years building this company, only for you to swoop in and take over. She quietly left and died heartbroken. You deserve this. I' ve been waiting for this day since you first shook my hand." He stole my IP, crippled my business, and left me with crushing debt and public disgrace. Why had I ever trusted him? How could such brilliance be twisted into such cruelty? This time, there would be no mistakes. Reborn from the ashes of my past, I stood on that stage, ready to write my own future.

The Unwanted Daughter

The familiar hum of the private jet landing used to lull me to sleep. But this time, it was a siren, screaming their return. My parents, my brother, and Maya – the girl who would not only destroy my life but also steal my family's very essence. They called me Ava Thompson, "brilliant but unwanted," a programmer in a socialite's world. When Maya arrived, adopted and seemingly perfect, I naively thought I' d found a sister. Instead, she took everything. She poisoned their minds with whispers, turning their love into cold disgust. They signed away our company secrets to her. Then, she framed me for corporate espionage, and in their twisted loyalty to her, they locked me in a mental institution. I died there, alone, my last breath frozen by a hatred so profound it burned away all pain. But then I woke. One year earlier. The day they returned. A second chance. Not for love, not for family. For revenge.

My Michelin Star, Her Mad Pursuit

My promotion to sous-chef was supposed to be my moment. Finally, validation for years of grinding in Chicago's cutthroat restaurant scene. But then he walked in: Ryan Blakely, Nicole's high school sweetheart, flaunting a vintage Mustang key. "I figured you'd look better in the passenger seat of this than his sensible sedan," he sneered, a direct shot at my hard-earned life. Then Nicole, my girlfriend, took the key and looked at me with pity. "He just doesn't get it. Too serious all the time," she dismissed, right in front of everyone. Later that night, she raged at me for walking out, only to abandon me on the curb when Ryan got a DUI. The next morning, she demanded breakfast, casually calling me "useless." Then, I saw them together, intimate, picking out appliances like a new couple. She handed me her car keys, asking me to drive her car home because "Ryan's giving me a ride." Worst of all, she set me up in a fancy restaurant, baiting a confrontation between me and Ryan. How could the woman I loved humiliate me so publicly, so repeatedly, for another man? Why was everything always about Nicole, even my own success? I picked up a pen and signed the lease release agreement. My choice was clear: embrace betrayal, or walk away and build a life of my own.

My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift

"You'll be my wife on paper only. You'll have everything-except my heart. You'll never be Marina." For five years, Lily lived as David's secret wife-his poised secretary by day, his invisible stand-in by night. Every cold touch reminded her she was just a replacement. Every whispered "Marina" cut deeper than the last. Then his ex returned. And without hesitation, David cast Lily aside like she meant nothing. So she did what she should have done years ago. She signed the divorce papers. She walked away. But now, David couldn't escape her absence. Her silence burned him in ways Marina never could. And suddenly, the man who swore he'd never love her was determined to get her back. By any means necessary. Even if it meant breaking her all over again. She paid the price for loving him once. Now, he'd pay for losing her forever.

Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase

Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

The Unwanted Heiress And The Cold-Hearted CEO

"You don't belong here. Get out!" Hanna, the rightful Wheeler daughter, came back only to be expelled by her family. Her fiancé cheated on her with the fake daughter, her brothers looked down on her, and her father ignored her. Then, she crossed paths with Chris, the formidable leader of the Willis family and her fiancé's uncle. "Let's pretend it never happened." Despite Hanna's hope to part ways, Chris insisted she be responsible. He threatened to reveal Hanna's true talents as an outstanding doctor, a brilliant screenwriter, and the brains behind a famous design studio, forcing her into marriage. Chris was once asked to protect someone. Destiny reunited them in tricky circumstances. He had planned to keep his promise and provide a safe haven, only to find Hanna was far from the delicate woman she seemed. She was witty and cunning...

THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME

After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for. James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world. Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? " But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day. James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation.

Stripper's Love: I Married My Ex's Uncle

I'm a moaning mess as Antonio slams into me from behind. His hips hit me hard, and each deep thrust sends shockwaves through my body. My breasts bounce with every movement, my eyes roll back, and I moan his name without control. The pleasure he gives me is overwhelming-I can't hold it in. I feel my walls tighten around his thick length. The pressure builds fast, and then- I explode around him, my orgasm tearing through me. He groans loud and deep as he releases inside me, his hot seed spilling into me in thick pulses. Just when I think he's done, his grip shifts. He turns me over and lays me flat on the bed. His dark eyes stare into mine for a moment, filled with raw hunger. I glance down- He's still hard. Before I can react, he grabs my wrists, pins me down, and pushes himself inside me again. He fills me completely. My hips rise on instinct, meeting his rhythm. Our bodies move together, locked in a wild, uncontrollable dance. "You're fucking sweet," he groans, his voice rough and breathless. "I can't get enough of you... not after that night, Sol," he growls, slamming into me harder. The force of his words and his thrusts make my body shake. "Come for me," he commands, his voice low and full of heat. And just like that, my body trembles. Waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out, shaking with the force of my orgasm. "Mine," he growls again, louder this time. His voice is feral, wild, like a beast claiming what belongs to him. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. *** Solene was betrayed, humiliated, and erased by Rowan Brook, the man she once called husband, Solene is left with nothing but her name and a burning hunger for revenge. She turns to the one man powerful enough to destroy the Brooks family from within: Rowan's estranged and dangerous uncle, Antonio Rodriguez. He's ruthless. A playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice. But when Solene walks into his world, he doesn't just break the rules, he creates new ones just for her. What begins as a calculated game quickly spirals into obsession, power plays, and secrets too deadly to stay buried. Because Solene isn't just anyone's ex... she's the woman they should've never underestimated. Can she survive the price of revenge? Or will her heart become the next casualty? And when the truth comes out, will Antonio still choose her... or destroy her?