Todos los capítulos de I Was Written to Be His Forgotten Wife: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

[Elena---aka--- Lena Carter's POV]I walked down the aisle in a wedding dress that didn’t belong to me.“Lena Carter…”The herald’s voice echoed across the grand cathedral as he announced a name that was supposed to be mine.But it wasn’t, not really.My heels clicked softly against the marble floor as I forced my legs to move forward. Each step felt strangely distant, like I was watching someone else walk toward the altar.At the end of the aisle stood the man I was meant to marry.Salvatore Mancini.Tall, broad-shouldered, black hair perfectly combed back, blue eyes sharp enough to cut through steel. The kind of man women dreamed about. The kind of man novels were written about.A fantasy, a perfect male lead, and yet…the way he looked at me made it painfully clear. I was the last person he wanted standing in front of him.His gaze was cold, not just indifferent.Cold.There was no warmth, no politeness, not even the faint courtesy of pretending.When I finally reached the altar, he

[Lena’s POV — Continuation]Whether it was my previous life… or this one…i had finally realized something simple, Nothing ever changed for me, no matter how much I struggled.No, matter how desperately I tried. In the end… everything always returned to the same place. So eventually...I stopped fighting.There was no point anymore, I had already tried everything.Running away, divorcing Salvatore, trying to win the Mancini family’s approval, even ending my own life.Every path led back to the same moment, the wedding day.The beginning of Lena Carter’s tragedy, and now…mine.For a long time, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my expression calm in a way that almost felt empty. If the story wanted me to follow the plot…then fine.I would follow it, quietly and silently. Just like the original Lena Carter had done, I would marry the enemy’s son, the man who despised me, the man whose heart already belonged to someone else.How ironic, but then again… this entire story was ridiculou

[Lena’s POV — The Next Morning]The soft morning light spilled through the tall windows as I sat in front of the mirror, slowly combing my hair. The black strands slid smoothly between the teeth of the comb.For a moment, the quiet rhythm almost felt peaceful. In the large mirror before me, a woman stared back. Long black hair, bright golden eyes.A face so delicate it almost looked unreal, beautiful, almost too beautiful, and yet…no matter how beautiful this face was, it would never change one simple truth.I was not part of the Mancini family.Not truly, no matter what the marriage certificate said, no matter the ring on my finger. In this mansion, there were only two people who truly mattered.Mr. Mancini and Mrs. Mancini.My so-called in-laws.They were the real rulers of this house, and in every previous life…I had tried desperately to win their approval.Their acceptance, their affection, but that had always ended the same way. Failure, humiliation and disappointment. This time…

[Lena’s POV — Later, Mancini Mansion]The corridor felt quieter than before or maybe…It was just me. Marie walked a step behind me, her heels softer now, as if even she didn’t know what to say after what we had just witnessed.Neither did I, not that there was anything to say. I had already seen that scene before, many times in different timelines and different attempts with the same outcome.The male lead, the heroine and the wife who stood in between them. Unwanted, irrelevant and disposable.My steps didn’t slow, didn’t hesitate as if nothing had happened but behind me—“…Miss Lena?” Marie’s voice came carefully cautious and testing.I stopped not turning back.“Yes?”A brief pause and then she asked— “…Are you alright?”The question hung in the air, soft and almost hesitant. I let out a quiet breath.“…Why wouldn’t I be?” I turned slightly, glancing at her.Her expression was unreadable but there was curiosity in her eyes. No...not curiosity, an expectation. She was waiting for so