Todos os capítulos de The Wife You Shouldn't Have Lost : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“I have half a year to live?” Layla repeated, letting the words sink in as they echoed in her ears. Her eyes widened as she struggled to comprehend what the doctor had just told her.Layla refused to accept it. She shook her head slowly. There was no way she was the one with only six months to live. There had to be a mistake. Perhaps the doctor was wrong. Perhaps the results weren’t hers.Her breathing turned shaky as she crawled her hands toward the doctor, clutching his coat tightly. He reached for her hands, holding them as her body trembled, tears welling up in her eyes.She shook her head profusely, her grip tightening around his clothes.“Please, doctor… You need to check again. Those results aren’t mine. I can’t—”Her voice broke before she could finish, and the words dissolved into sobs as tears streamed down her cheeks.She had seen her name on the report, boldly written. She knew they were her test results, but she refused to believe that was her fate. “Mrs. Watson,” the do

The next day, Layla forced herself to make breakfast for everyone, including Ashley, who had spent the night at the mansion. She barely slept, yet she still woke up early to ensure everyone was fed. There were maids in the house, but whenever her mother-in-law came around, she scolded her for not helping them, rubbing it in her face how she used to be one before they married her into the family. It was tough at first, but eventually, it became a habit. She started waking up early whenever her mother-in-law was around or stayed over. Once the table was set, she instructed the maid to get everyone while she went to the fridge to get water. This was her chance to talk to Nolan about her illness. The previous night had been pure misery. She had never cried the way she did, unending sobs, but no one even came to check on her. Not that she was expecting anyone. No one cared about her. Footsteps on the stairs caught her attention. She glanced in their direction and saw Nolan come into

Nolan arrived home hoping to have a conversation with his wife, but he was met with silence. After much waiting, he decided to confront the maiden of her whereabout.“What do you mean she didn’t inform you?” he roared, the vein in his neck pumping in and out. “You’re the one who stays home with her; how did she leave your sight?”He looked ready to strangle the maid from earlier that morning, but his mother was quick to step in, grabbing his arm and stopping him from hitting her.The maid didn’t understand why he was so enraged. It wasn’t as if Layla mattered to them or as if they wanted anything to do with her. “I—I'm sorry,” she stammered. “I had to clear the dining room. She went to her room, so I didn’t think she would be inside.”“You didn’t think?” Nolan echoed.This time, he grabbed an object and hurled it in her direction. The maid barely managed to dodge it.Sophia stepped fully in front of him.“You need to calm down,” she said coldly. “I don't understand why you’re so worke

The entire family stood before her, their faces etched with remorse. She didn’t just resemble Ethan, the man who had knocked her down; when she looked closer, she saw features that matched the man claiming to be her father.It was too much for Layla to process, especially since she was just waking from her long, forced sleep. None of them denied it. She had been told a DNA test had been carried out, and Ryan had gone to retrieve it for her confirmation.Everything felt like a movie playing out before her eyes. She still found it challenging to believe she had parents after growing up in an orphanage, where the only people who had been there for her were the nuns at the orphanage.The door opened again, and Ryan returned, stopping beside her bed. He handed her a paper, waiting for her to collect it.Reluctantly, her hands trembled, slick with sweat. Her breath hitched as she reached for the results.Once she held the paper, she quietly read through it, her heart pounding. The results w

THREE YEARS LATER Layla stepped out of the gym, drenched in sweat. Strands of hair clung to her face, and her chest rose and fell heavily as she tried to catch her breath.She made her way toward the living room, hoping to reach her bedroom and take a shower. Just as she was about to climb the stairs, Ethan appeared and blocked her path, forcing her to stop.“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “You didn’t do your squats today.”Layla exhaled tiredly and brushed the strands of hair away from her face.“I don’t have the energy today. Maybe tomorrow,” she said. “I’ve been exhausted from drawing all day. I don’t think I have the strength to do anything else.”Ethan stepped closer and draped an arm around her shoulders.“How about you show me what you drew this time?” he teased. “My fans are starving.”Layla stared at him for a moment before the two of them burst into laughter.It had already been three years.Yet sporadically it still felt like everything had happened only yeste