All Chapters of The Forgotten Wife's Comeback: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

[Isabella Hayes] I’m not sure why I allowed her to drag me away from the interesting sculpture that I needed to take photos of. We stopped just short of the women’s restroom. The hallway here was empty, except for one woman at the end of it having a heated conversation with someone on the phone. I recognized the tattoos on the woman’s arms. Naomi, thank god, I’m not alone. “You’ve got quite the tongue. I thought those videos of you being shy were clearly fake, and it turns out I was right.” I cocked my head to the side. “You were watching videos of me when I was married to Adrian.” Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just admitted. Because I haven’t been shy in five years. And I also haven’t been in the public eye for just as long. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to let you know that I’m back to claim my man. Ethan and I may have had our issues…” “Issues being your infidelity, the decade spent apart, and you dating his older brother.” I pointed them out one by

[Adrian Cole]Roman Vasiliev hadn’t reached out since the day he showed up. He still has Olivia, and I hope he keeps her.Okay, so he did reach out. He sent some men to get me so we could talk, and I called the police. The men told me that it was a big mistake to make, but I didn’t care. I increased the security detail in my home, which cost money I didn’t want to spend.My mother was in the hospital. The gunshot wound hadn’t hit anything vital, but she was shaken up badly. All I could do was pay for her to be there for a couple more days until she felt like herself again.My father had locked himself in his bedroom, refusing to leave. Not even for food. I wish he would at least leave my house. I’m still pissed at him.I couldn’t go into the office. The world was unaware of my dilemma and the threat that had been made on my life, so they were happily protesting pointless things like my past affair and still talking about the secrets of the other elites.I never knew how stupid people

[Adrian Cole]My knuckles cracked against the steering wheel as I tried so desperately not to freak out and drive the car straight into the nearest pole.Olivia, sitting in the passenger sit looking like she’d been dragged through war. Her clothes and skin were tattered. She’d appeared out of nowhere after Roman pulled a gun on me.He was in the back seat, gun still aimed at the back of my head. He was leaning so close, his face between the two seats. He wasn’t worried about me driving to the police station or anything like that. Although I believe I have more power in Aurelia than he does.But I’m not about to argue with the guy who has a gun. I don’t want to die.Death is not in my plans.I want to live to the age of eighty-six and be the biggest inconvenience to everyone in my life.I swallowed, trying to ease the dryness in my throat. “Where…. Err…. Where are we going?”“Don’t worry about it.” He replied. Through the rearview mirror, I could see the calm expression on his face.Hi

[Ethan Blake]The person on the other line was speaking calmly. Almost like he was trying to keep me from overreacting.I’ve been in a state of fear and anger for the past three days since Isabella was found. So I can’t entirely blame him. She is my top priority. I cannot deviate from her orbit.I left briefly the day after she was rescued to speak to the Coles. Adrian was very honest about the debt that he owed Roman and Olivia’s involvement. Including his mother taking a bullet to her shoulder.Every personnel I have hired is on high alert. I don’t trust that man.I know his type. He works on obsession and power. If he’s here for Olivia, then he can have Olivia.There is something else Adrian said that I have yet to respond to. I’ve laid out my threats and warned them that if Roman contacts them for anything at all, they need to inform me.I made sure Olivia understood that she wouldn’t be leaving Aurelia in one piece if she ever dropped my wife’s name to a man like that again.Now

[Isabella Hayes]There’s nothing really different about being injured, being sick, or being healthy when you’re dating someone like Ethan.He pampers and spoils you either way. But he’s a bit more excessive when you’re injured.It’s nothing I’m not used to.I’ve been confined to my bedroom. I’m carried around whenever I want to bathe, pee, or do just about anything. It’s not like I can’t walk, I’m pretty sure I can. However, I don’t want to argue with Ethan.I’ve only been awake for one day, there’s no way I’m going to say no to him.Something was playing on the TV. A show about two college students falling in love over a summer. Pretty cliché, but it was good background noise for me.Ethan is in the kitchen, carefully preparing something for me to eat. I woke him up because my ribs were hurting. I haven’t fully looked at myself. I’ve been avoiding staring into my reflection whenever a mirror is present. I know it’s bad, but I don’t want to see it.He didn’t mind being woken up. I dou