# Chapter 170: My Other Half
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 170 of "Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down" — a chapter that packs an emotional wallop, a wartime reunion, and a moment of healing that readers have been desperately waiting for. So settle in, my friends, because this one is going to tug at every heartstring you have.
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The chapter opens on a broken-hearted April, tears still fresh on her cheeks, her mind reeling from everything she has lost and everything she still hopes to reclaim. But April is no wilting flower. In a burst of fierce determination, she wipes her tears away and storms straight to Sirius's office, slamming the door open with such force that the poor man nearly jumps out of his skin. Papers scatter into the air like startled birds as he sputters, "What are you doing? You almost scared me to death!"
But April is not there to apologize. She declares, simply and firmly: "I want to learn to fight."
Sirius blinks, utterly bewildered. "What?"
She reminds him of his own words — that she must learn to defend herself in order to return to Alessandro. So she wants to learn to fight. Something she can master in a short time. When Sirius suggests she check the wizard training room and decide what suits her best, it becomes clear that he is not truly invested in her training. He just wants to keep her occupied and out of his hair. So April rushes off to the training room, ready to learn whatever she can, unaware that fate is already counting down the days until she will need those skills on a real battlefield.
Two months pass. Winter arrives, cold and unforgiving, and with it comes the long-dreaded war. Alessandro marches to the border with his army and the elven forces, ready to face the horde of monsters and enemy soldiers that threaten everything they hold dear.
When April catches wind of the war having begun, she sprints straight to Sirius's office and barges in without even knocking. Sirius, buried in preparations, cannot hide his irritation. He is organizing the wizards to depart for the border, and this is the last thing he needs. But April is relentless. "Is it true the war has already started?" she demands.
Sirius grumbles about her forgetting that doors exist for a reason, but April doesn't budge. She needs answers. He confirms the war has begun, then makes it clear he's far too busy to entertain her. But April plants herself squarely in his path. "I'll go too," she declares.
A tense back-and-forth ensues. Sirius protests — the Queen has no permission to go, and her magic, while powerful against monsters, could accidentally cancel out their own magical defenses. But April counters every argument. She has learned to defend herself. She will not be defenseless. Her magic is more effective against monsters than anyone else's. And if Sirius refuses to take her? She will simply go alone. Would that be even worse?
Sirius, exasperated and out of time, scratches his head and gives in. "Fine. Do what you want, since you'll do it anyway." But before she leaves, he reminds her of one crucial detail: she must continue to act as Amara, the wizard. April acknowledges this easily. She already knows.
She returns to her room and dresses in a brown robe identical to the other wizards, blending into their ranks. When the wizards gather in the courtyard, Sirius addresses them with a brief but weighty speech, and then a magic circle flares beneath their feet — transporting them all directly to the battlefield.
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What greets April on the other side is a nightmare made flesh. Corpses piled in heaps, the metallic stench of blood and death so thick it clings to her throat. She gags, slapping a hand over her mouth and nose, her entire body trembling violently. The reality of war crashes over her like a tidal wave. Sirius, noticing her distress, murmurs, "We were so many years in peace, that for a moment I forgot what war was." He tells her gently that she shouldn't be in a place like this.
But April, forcing herself back to her senses, tears her hand away from her face and answers with steel in her voice: "No. Now more than ever, I know this is where I should be."
In the distance, screams tear through the air. Swords clash. Crimson flames paint the sky, and monsters soar overhead like twisted shadows. And then April sees it — a familiar swirl of wind magic cutting through the chaos. Alessandro's magic. He's at the front lines, battling the horde with blade and storm, and her heart lurches fiercely in her chest.
Sirius directs the wizards to reinforce barriers and support the frontline soldiers, while April is tasked with healing the wounded. She works without rest, moving from soldier to soldier, pouring her power into their broken bodies, mending wounds that would have been fatal. The sun crawls across the sky, and April works through every hour of it, until evening falls and the soldiers begin to return from the front.
And then she sees him.
Alessandro. Walking among his men, covered in blood and exhaustion, still every inch the king she remembers. April freezes. For so long, she has imagined what this moment would be like — what she would say, what she would do. But now, with him right there in front of her, all those imagined scenarios evaporate. She stands motionless, drinking him in from a distance, her heart pounding so hard she's sure he must hear it.
A healer shakes her shoulder urgently. "Amara, more wounded have arrived. Some are serious. I need your help."
April wants to refuse. She wants to run to Alessandro and throw herself into his arms. But the weight of her responsibility is heavier than her desire. With that power comes obligation. She turns away, whispering so softly that only she can hear: "Just a little longer. I'll be with you soon, my love."
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Meanwhile, Sirius follows Alessandro to his tent. Alessandro scrubs the blood from his face, hands, and arms in a basin of water. Sirius asks if His Majesty is injured. "No," Alessandro replies, his voice flat. "The blood is not mine." He stares at his reflection — a face painted in the blood of his enemies — and confesses that this war is even worse than he imagined.
Then he asks about April.
"How is she? It's only been four months since I saw her, but it has felt like an eternity."
Sirius feels a chill run down his spine. He knows what he has to say. "Well, about the Queen... there is something I have to tell you."
But the words won't come out. When Alessandro presses him, his response is barely a whisper: "The Queen is... here."
Alessandro doesn't hear it. "Speak clearly. What happened to my wife?" His face shifts into a look that clearly promises murder if something has happened to her. Sirius gulps, steeling himself to confess — when suddenly a commotion erupts outside the tent.
Alessandro rushes out to discover that a monster has broken through the barrier and is attacking the camp. Worse — it's attacking the tents where the seriously wounded are being kept. He curses and races toward the screams, sword in hand, thinking those helpless soldiers cannot defend themselves.
But when he arrives, he finds something he never expected: one of the wizards is already fighting the beast. Silver flames erupt around the monster, making it shriek in agony before it collapses to the ground, destroyed. The wizard stands victorious.
Alessandro approaches, impressed by the strength and power so effective against monsters. He thinks about bringing this wizard to the front lines tomorrow. But the moment he sees the face beneath that hood, his blood runs cold.
Red hair was covered by a brown hood, but those eyes... that face... unmistakably, impossibly... it is his wife. April.
He freezes. His mind refuses to believe it. Has he begun to delude himself from missing her so much? Is this some cruel hallucination of a lovesick husband?
April meets his gaze. Around them, soldiers scramble, tending to the wounded, but the two of them remain suspended in their own world, utterly still, neither daring to move. Finally, April is the first to close the distance. When she stands before him, barely a breath between them, Alessandro still hasn't moved — as if touching her might shatter the illusion.
She breaks the silence with a hint of playful hurt: "After so much time apart, you will not tell me anything? Are you not happy to see me?"
"You are not real," he whispers. "You cannot be here."
That's not the reaction April expected, and it stings. "I guess that's a no?"
Sirius appears at that moment, sheepish. "That's what I wanted to tell you before. I couldn't convince her to stay."
Alessandro's gaze turns murderous. "I'll talk to you later."
Then he takes April's hand and leads her into his tent. The moment they are alone, his walls crumble. He caresses her face, her hair, reverent and disbelieving. "Are you really you, Aby?"
In answer, April lets the glamour fall. Her hair shifts back to its vibrant red, a cascade of familiar color that floods Alessandro's heart with recognition. She reaches up and places her hand on his cheek. "Of course it's me. It offends me that you can't recognize your own wife."
He cups her face in both hands, drinking in every detail as if memorizing her all over again. "I've been waiting so long to see you. It seems so unreal that you're here with me."
April rises onto her tiptoes and presses her lips to his. "This moment is real. I'm real." She kisses him again, urging him to feel it. "You can feel it."
He does. He kisses her back — deep, wild, hungry — a kiss that carries months of separation, longing, and disciplined restraint finally unleashed. Between desperate breaths, he murmurs her name over and over. "Aby... my Aby..." His lips devour hers as if he can never get enough, thirsty and starving.
Because while he was apart from her, something had been missing. A piece of him had gone with her, leaving an ache he could never fill. But now, in this moment, with her warmth against him, her breath mingling with his, her very presence grounding him... he feels whole again. Complete. Finally, and completely, at peace.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, my heart. This chapter is a beautiful, bittersweet masterpiece. The transition from April's sorrow and determination to the raw, visceral horrors of war, and finally to the achingly tender reunion with Alessandro — it's an emotional roller coaster executed flawlessly. The author balances action and intimacy beautifully, giving us both the brutal reality of battle and the soft, intimate moment of two souls reconnecting. Alessandro's disbelief that April is truly there, and his desperate, hungry kisses, made me emotional — you can feel his loneliness pouring off the page. The only reason this isn't a perfect score is that the pace of the war scenes felt slightly compressed, but honestly, the reunion more than makes up for any rough edges. This is what we've all been waiting for!
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Now that Alessandro and April have been reunited on the battlefield, I predict the next chapter will dive into their complicated dynamic. April will have to confess her newfound powers to Alessandro, and the secret of her magic will raise complicated questions — especially since her ability could nullify the alliance's defenses. But I also predict that this reunion will be short-lived, as the war intensifies and the enemy grows bolder. Will April finally reveal her true identity as the Queen to the entire army? And will Alessandro allow his wife to fight by his side, knowing the danger she faces? I wouldn't be surprised if a new threat emerges that forces them to confront the darkness of their enemies — and possibly a betrayal from within.
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