Todos os capítulos de The Forgotten Wife's Comeback: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

[Isabella Hayes]“Tell me what you heard.”Naomi’s eyes always had this way of showing what she felt; then her face would follow suit. She wasn’t shy about showing how she felt, consciously or subconsciously.This time they were displaying her most common emotion, which was anger. Naomi was almost always angry or irritated. She wasn’t people-friendly, but she was still a nice person who learned to live for herself.I watched her intensely because I knew she was about to give me some bad news, and it was fueling her inner rage.Not to mention her earlier conversation already put her in a bad mood.“I bits and pieces. But the general idea is that Olivia sent them.”My mouth fell open, and my eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Olivia? Why? How did she know where we lived? Again, why?”Her shoulders rose then fell shortly as she shrugged off my questions. “How would I know? But I found it weird that she wanted to hurt you. Did you two get into a fight? Do you think she’s worried you mi

[Isabella Hayes]Arella is a much nicer place to live in than Aurelia.It was a stunning beach city with lots of gorgeous sights, many sandy spots to surf and relax, and friendly locals who weren’t big on social media. They still used newspapers, lots of magazines, so publishing houses thrived here.I’d been here for just a few months, but I feel so fucking alive.Ethan bought me a beach house in a nice neighborhood. He stayed with me for an entire month, listening to me discuss in vivid detail my idea. He then told me to explore Arella and find several things I would need to kick my business off in a year.My excitement was… well immeasurable. I remember hugging him tightly and screaming because this dream that he had fed me was about to become my new reality.I haven’t seen him since that day. We talk every evening, text each other during the day, but we haven’t seen each other's face.I was loving Arella and all the wonderful people who had no clue about my past. The only person th

[Isabella Hayes]The familiar crunch of gravel beneath my tires faded as I cycled into the driveway. The beach house stood exactly as I’d left it that morning—a modern blend of stone, cedar, and floor-to-ceiling glass perched above the cliffs. Warm amber lights glowed through the windows, welcoming me home against the cool blues of the evening sea.I slipped my shoes off the moment I stepped inside, letting the silence wrap around me. The scent of salt drifted in through the partially opened sliding doors, mixing with the faint aroma of cedar and vanilla from the candles I’d burned the night before. Beyond the living room, waves crashed rhythmically against the rocks below, a sound so familiar it had become part of the house itself.My home didn’t overlook the busy stretch of beach where locals spread towels, and children laughed in the surf. Instead, it sat on the quieter side of the coastline, where jagged cliffs met restless water. There wasn’t much sand to see from here, but I’d n

[Isabella Hayes]Well, Naomi didn’t take it well, but she ended up giving me some shocking advice, and that was to let myself feel things, but not take action until we were on a similar plane.Whatever that means. I didn’t even want to know what she was insinuating.It was ridiculous. I don’t like Ethan; my feelings towards him are strictly platonic. I’m sure of it.And he doesn’t like me either.We’re just friends.By the time Ethan arrived, I was ready. I’d curled my hair and allowed it to fall behind me. Covering up the exposed part of my back.I hadn’t gotten a haircut since I left Aurelia. Letting it grow was something I was sticking to. I really wanted to be a different version of me.I wanted to be the woman I had buried inside. Not the fake version I put out.The moment I opened the door, my breath caught.I had seen Ethan more times than I could count. I’d spoken to him, argued with him, even cried in front of him.He had slowly become a good friend. He had become my person.

[Isabella Hayes]This was a weirdly romantic date.Isn’t it supposed to be fake? That was the question that ran through my mind every time I caught an expression on Ethan that can only be described as fondness. The man stared at me like he was seeing something statuesque.I felt like Medusa. The moment he looked at me, he turned to stone. Unable to stop looking at me.It was… enticing, I’ll admit that. But so strange.Despite not talking much before this year, I had known things about Ethan. Many things that did not seem to correlate with the man who saved my life. He was extremely loving and caring, and I got the feeling that he’s not the type to quickly fall out of love.He might deny it to himself, but I’ve caught him a few times during our talks trying not to say something whenever I ask about his family. He’ll talk about his sister, his mother, then pause before changing the subject. His brother is a sour topic.People like people accept the pain and try to move on. People like E