Todos los capítulos de My Unfortunate Loving Wife: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

I It has been almost three months now, and my memories of my marriage and life with Devon have not returned. True to his word ever since he's asked to date me. We have been spending time together, he has taken me to the movies and out to dinner several times, and we have gone for walks, and I've even joined him at the gym. We have had many waves of laughter, and it's almost like I'm reading a good romance novel, and I am the leading lady in it. I must admit I'm starting to develop feelings for him. He's nothing like the man I saw so vividly in my brain. Last night in the wee hours, something came to my mind, and I can't figure out if it was a bad dream or reality. But I recalled hiding in a closet. I remember the feeling of being terrified and asking someone for help! When I woke up, hop out of bed and went to look at the closet in the bedroom, and it wasn't this closet. I immediately went looked at the photo album to see if something would come to mind. I see these pictures of me

When they arrived at the grass bungalow Zari was surprised. "Is this where we are staying tonight?" "Yes, and dinner will be served shortly. Tell me do you remember anything about that night?” “I’m sorry Dev, I don’t. But tell me everything. I want to know how we met.” (Events will be told in real time three years ago) Tonight a group of clients came in of elite status. Filling the room were attractive women and equally handsome men came pouring through the doors. It was time to start serving the guest. Crowds of happy people full of spirit began mingling with one another. They were served at the open bar a variety of alcohol as they engaged one another in conversation before they took their seats. All the tables had assigned to two or more people. Zari looks at her Ipad for the seating chart. She's been assigned to the left side of the room. Things quickly got busy. Zari worked her way from the front of the room to the back, smiling and taking orders. Then a handsome man came i

Dr. Chad recommended to Devon that Zari should start working. She needed to keep her mind busy with other activities. So she recalled Devon asking her to work for him. "Oh baby, I was joking. I don't know if that would be a good idea right now." "It was a good idea when you suggested it last month. I want to w, work and it would be good for me to leave the house. I'll be ready to start briight an early Monday morning." "Okay, love, if you think it would help." **** "What? Is this a dream?" My eyes, head, and heart could not believe what and who I saw at my job! Confused wasn't the word to describe what I was feeling. I was happy to see him at one moment, then angry the next, but most of all, I was hurt. Who is this guy I had married standing before me now? Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? I positively didn't know what to think or do. So, I kept quiet because to say something would be too embarrassing and to make a scene by acknowledging that we knew one another. And since he was ig

When I woke up, Devon was already in the shower. I was feeling awful about him still sleeping on the floor. The bathroom door opened and out stepped the most handsome man. I could only wipe the accumulated drool from my mouth. Devon was already dressed for work. He was looking and smelling like million bucks. My man wore an Italian suit that accentuated all the right body parts. Not only did he look handsome, but he was also classy. "Good morning," Devon says, smiling as I watch him glide toward me, leaning over to kiss me sweetly. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to breathe. 'Goodness! This man is so sexy!' "Breakfast is ready, so get dressed so we can have a little time together this morning over breakfast." I hurriedly but happily hopped out of bed to get dressed to spend time with Devon this morning. "Give me ten minutes." "Five minutes. You are already beautiful, so that you can skip your makeup regimen." He said, winking. My husband sure knew how to make my kitty purr w

After a restless night of not getting enough sleep. My mental state made me feel like I was on edge. I went into the bathroom, combing the fingers of both hands through my hair. I inhaled deeply, as I turned on the water to take a shower. Minutes later, I patted myself dry, wrapping the towel around my body. My eyes finally made a connection with the mirror over the bathroom sink and for a brief second, I kind of recognized my face. My appearance this morning gave a brief glimpse into my past and then it went away. But when I looked at myself in a mirror. The image I see now is similar to the one in that quick glimpse of me in the past. I noted the swelling and dark rings developing around my eyes, peering into the mirror. I thought about how people always made some remark about my looks. Why did I look so awful? Why? My fist balled, closing the makeup bag. At that moment, I didn't know what had come over me. Me being cooperative and pleasant wasn't to my advantage. That’s not who