All Chapters of The Forgotten Marriage: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

ROMANI laughed. I couldn't help myself. Bertha's words were by far the best punch-line to a joke I'd heard in a while. I shook my head, meeting her eyes for a split second before I burst out laughing again. By the time I had called, her face was red, from both embarrassment and anger. The corners of my lips twitched. What the hell was I doing here with her when I had a pregnant wife at home I couldn't wait to get back to. “you're a fucking joke!” I chuckled, then I held up a hand, stopping her from saying whatever it was she intended to, “This is my fault, I shouldn't have given you the time of day…” I sighed, “What a fucking waste of my lunch,” I rose from the leather seats and righted the lapels of my jacket. She stood as well, her blue eyes darkening with hurt and rage. “I am not lying, Roman,” She urged. I crossed my arms over my chest and raised a brow, “Really?” Sarcasm seeped into the question. “We've been broken up for almost four months now, I haven't touched you f

I stared at the text message, my thumb hovering over the screen as a million thoughts raced through my mind. The invitation seemed so out of character for my father - a man who had been more absent than present throughout my life, and who I'd deliberately distanced myself from. Roman's steady breathing against my shoulder grounded me, a stark contrast to the sudden surge of complicated emotions swirling inside me. I carefully shifted, trying not to wake him, and placed my phone on the side table. The soft lamplight cast shadows across the living room, creating a cocoon of warmth that felt almost at odds with the cold memories of my family. I silently wondered what my mom would think if she was here today. What she would say if she saw what had become of the family she left behind. We weren't just estranged; we were strangers who happened to share genetic code. And now, out of nowhere, an invitation. I gently ran my fingers through Roman's hair, a habit that had become somewhat th

AMELIARoman left for work after our rather eventful shower. He promised to be back earlier, to finish what he started and I just laughed. I was going into work later than usual, needing a bit of time to gather myself and speak to the people Vincent said were asking for custom paintings. I'd spent the majority of my recovery time working on it and I was almost done. They wanted me to add a few more details. Once I was done with the call, I went down for breakfast. Fiona was off but made breakfast before she left that morning. As I ate, I mulled over how I was spending my time and how much longer I would have to be director. Sure, I had the shares, the power…but u can't claim I wanted it for the right reasons. I wanted to teach my father a lesson and honor my mother's memory and all the hard work she put into making that company what it is. My father and I are no longer in talking terms and he was slowly passing down his tasks and position to Monica and Bertha, including his sha

The pain was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It wasn't just a sharp twinge or a dull ache - it was a consuming, all-encompassing agony that seemed to twist my insides like a wrung-out towel. My legs went weak, trembling beneath me, and if it weren't for Roman's quick reflexes, I would have crashed to the floor."Breathe, Amy," Roman's voice cut through the haze of pain. His arms were around me, strong and supportive, holding me up when my body wanted to collapse. I could hear the panic in his voice - a tone I'd never heard from him before. Roman was always so controlled, so composed. But now, his voice shook with fear.My hand instinctively went to my stomach. The baby. Oh God, the baby.A terrible sense of déjà vu washed over me. This pain - it felt familiar. Too familiar. Memories of that little blue baby began to plague my mind. The doctors' sympathetic faces, the hushed conversations, the endless tests and disappointments.It wasn't just that, it was the ache in my chest, th

AMELIAThe silence was almost like a living, breathing entity. It wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket, pressing against my chest, making each breath feel like a monumental effort. My body felt alien—a vessel that had somehow failed its most fundamental purpose. The white hospital walls seemed to close in, choking me yet at the same time those white walls managed to keep me calm despite the screams and wails I could hear in my head.Or perhaps it was just me, still recovering from the shock. Roman's voice broke through my fog, soft and tentative. "Do you need anything, Amy? Water? Another blanket?" His words were gentle, carefully constructed, as if speaking too loudly might shatter whatever fragile composure I was desperately trying to maintain.I turned my head slowly, mechanically, meeting his gaze. His eyes were rimmed with exhaustion and though I never saw it was obvious that he had cried. A concept that I'd never really associated with Roman up until that very moment.