บททั้งหมดของ The Forgotten Wife's Comeback: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

[Isabella Hayes]Olivia arrived in a blue sequined dress that caught the light with every step.From the second-floor landing, I watched her enter the dining room below. No one had to announce her. The room noticed anyway. Adrian stood the moment she walked in.It was a stupid thing to notice, a smaller thing to hurt over. But I noticed.Because I couldn’t remember the last time he stood when I entered a room. A week had changed so much of my memory that I was more focused on the bad than on any of the good that had actually happened during my marriage.Olivia smiled as she greeted everyone, settling effortlessly into the seat beside Adrian. Not once did she ask where I was. Not once.As though I were never a thought, never someone who belonged here.Maybe that was the worst part. Nobody seemed to find it strange. Nobody asked why Adrian’s wife wasn’t sitting at the table.Nobody wondered why I was upstairs while another woman occupied the seat beside my husband. It was as if they had

[Ethan Blake]I arrived at my penthouse the very same night I walked out of Callum’s lake house. I considered myself lucky that I had a private jet. And several private planes. The flight from Belloros to Aurelia City was about two and a half hours. The whole way there, my brother kept sending me messages, trying to explain or perhaps justify having my ex at his home.But I couldn’t confirm any of this, as I refused to open any of those messages. I typed one message once the jet touched ground to both my sister and mother, informing them that Callum was seeing my ex-fiancée and that I would be effectively cutting him out of my life for good.Now they’re also texting me.I shut my phone off and went for a run to clear my head.I wanted to think about something else.The upsetting part was that I’d left Aurelia City in hopes of strengthening my resolve in order to keep my brain and heart from thinking intensely about one person. Now I’m back because while I got what I wanted, now all I

[Ethan Blake]Hugging was platonic, but it was something I didn’t do often.Not because I had this deep traumatic reason for not wanting to hug someone I’m not very close to, or even someone I do happen to be close to. I simply don’t appreciate any form of touch or skinship. People touching me can put me in a sour mood. This is partly why I avoid social events. My mother was a big fan of hugging, and consequently so was my older sister. As the youngest, I was subjected to a lot of hugging, and it made me uncomfortable. That’s not traumatic, but it added to the reasons I didn’t like hugging people. It's just a me thing. I did go out of my way to hold and touch Claire when we were engaged. I didn’t want her to feel like she was asking for too much when she wanted someone to be in her corner.Even though she betrayed me, I still don’t hate the effort I put in. That’s what relationships are for.I’d like to say that getting hugged by somebody I’ve developed strong emotions towards made

[Adrian Cole]I called Isabella, wanting her to come to the office to sort out this issue before it got out of hand. Losing two of my vital clients has left me with some losses. At least I didn’t lose investors, but if my clients go elsewhere, my investors might follow soon.But my dear wife decided to be as difficult as always. She didn’t answer any of the seven calls that I made to her. A clear sign that ignoring her, which hadn’t been hard to do if I had to be honest, was a grave mistake that my business would pay for.Being a millionaire isn’t easy. Being a CEO doesn’t mean I can do whatever I want. I can be voted off my own fucking company by the board of directors. I have to make sure the shareholders are pleased. My investors agree with the projects and chains my company is establishing or purchasing. And my clients need to be satisfied with what I do, so they continue to work with us.A lot goes into keeping my wealth. Although losing my job wouldn’t bankrupt me, it would caus

[Isabella Hayes]I exited my stepfather’s house after my mother's sharp words. She succeeded in doing what she does best, hurting me. I can’t just brush this off because my brain has been holding on to the fact that my father would be proud of the woman I’ve become.But as I headed down the street, it occurred to me how delusional that was. I haven’t done anything with my life that he would be super proud of. When he was alive, we would talk about the future, and he would tell me how he dreamt of being a successful pharmacist but lacked the educational drive to pursue a life like that.He’d married my mother straight out of high school because he got her pregnant and her family had disowned her. She miscarried that child, and several others before I was conceived, when they were both twenty-five. He was less hopeful, but she was determined to have a baby.It’s weird to think that she used to love me that much.That’s all in the past. My father used to talk about how his job as a const