Esposa Olvidada Book Novels & Stories

The next collection would not be for quite some time, so she would have plenty of time to work on the designs much more patiently. She went inside and took a short shower with very cold water. When she came out, Jimena was already waiting for her in the car. She gave Emiliano a tight hug, and he gave her a short kiss on the lips. “Yesterday I forgot to tell you something,” she said to him. “I was investigating. My friend—the one who tried to grope you at my bachelor party—asked me a question that made me doubt things that very night. You and I never got divorced. So I looked into it. My father used his influence to try to annul the marriage, but he didn’t manage it in time. So they simply re

THE UNSEEN HUSBAND Sebastian found the journal by accident. It was three days after the confrontation with Helena, and he'd been looking for a book to read to the children before bed. Alessia had mentioned keeping some books in the chest by the window, so he'd opened it without thinking. Inside, beneath a few worn volumes, was a leather-bound journal. He almost closed the chest immediately—it was clearly private, clearly Alessia's—but the page it was open to caught his eye. Not because of nosiness, but because of the handwriting. The same careful script from the letters Helena had intercepted, but this time formed into poetry.

Hello readers. I hope you liked all the books. As I told you before, Marwick's story will be out on 1st July 2023 (fingers crossed). Here is a little blurb but sort of incomplete... You are the CEO of a big company and looking for your wife for the last five years. The same wife you left at the altar. You don't know anything about her. Except that she has azure eyes that kept you awake all those nights. You are looking for her everywhere like a madman, without an idea that she might be right there under your nose. Working as your PA.

I used to believe that some topics didn't need to be explained in detail, but I've come to realize that I don't understand everything. I'm not feeling it at all. Now for the bad words. Elisa's husband is William. I hope you will all keep this in mind. Make sure you don't forget. All of these embarrassing thoughts! "

I could just make out the image, two young women standing arm in arm, laughing freely, one with vibrant crimson hair, the other with softer brown waves, both radiant with youthful joy neither seemed to know would eventually curdle into decades of bitterness and betrayal. "That was before everything fell apart," my mother said weakly from the gurney, her voice trembling with exhaustion and old grief. "Before you decided my life belonged more to you than to me." "It should have been mine," Elena said, something raw and wounded, finally cracking through her calculated composure entirely. "The marriage, the wealth, the family. I was there first, Amara. I loved him first." "Loved who?" I asked, c

Suspiciously empty, as most of her shoes and bags were gone. “That bitch!” I cursed, yanking the wardrobe open to find all her clothes gone. I chuckled with disbelief. “If you think you can run away from me after that stunt you just pulled, think again.” Pulling out my phone, I called one of the best private investors I knew. “Pete, I need you to find my wife again.” A short chuckle came through the receiver. “It took you long enough to realize. Although you would have found out much earlier that your wife was the newly announced LG Group heir if you hadn't cut the call on me the last time we spoke.”

she asked. "I want to understand who I failed." He pulled out the notebook. Set it on the table between them. "Dr. Walsh gave me homework. Ten things I know about Yessica that aren't about me." Pippa looked at the page. Four items. Sparse. Devastating. "Four," she said flatly. "Four. In three years of marriage." He pushed the notebook toward her. "Help me understand who she is. Not so I can get her back. Just — I need to know. Who she actually was when I wasn't paying attention."

"I'm Veronica—but you can call me Mom." "Hi... ma'am," Mariana mumbled. "Mother," she corrected gently. She pulled Mariana into the sitting room just as Alessandro descended the stairs. He glanced at her with a blank expression. "New maid, Gloria?"Mariana's eyes widened. "Mind your tongue," Mrs. Esposito snapped. "She's your wife. I chose her." "You chose her? For me?"Mrs. Esposito's phone rang. "Talk it out. Be nice, Sandro."She left, and Gloria followed.

But the smug smile on his face told me I hadn’t. I turned to look at him, my chest aching with a mix of anger and disbelief. I wanted to shout, to run, to disappear—anything but stand there and watch him claim someone else as if I didn’t exist. My hands trembled at my sides. I wanted to ask him why, to demand the truth, but no words came. All I could feel was the sharp sting of reality: I was married to a man who had never truly loved me. I glanced around, hoping someone—anyone—would notice my humiliation, but the room was filled with polite smiles and empty stares. Everyone was too busy admiring him, the perfect CEO, the flawless man. No one saw me. No one cared.

“Do you know how many times I tried contacting you back then? Your number stopped going through! I even went looking for you!” Kelsey rubbed her face tiredly. “I lost my memories,” she admitted quietly. “I only regained them a few days ago.” Silence followed immediately. Then— “What?” Kelsey slowly started explaining everything to her. The accident. Her memory loss. Her marriage. The Holloways. Her father’s condition. And the divorce. By the time she finished talking, Ruby was completely silent for a few seconds. “I can’t believe you went through all that,” she finally said softly. Kelsey laughed bitterly. “I can’t believe it too.”