Esposa Olvidada Book Novels & Stories

"Would either of you even be standing here trying to stop me?" Neither man answered. My chest tightened. "That's what I thought." I slowly curled my trembling hands into fists. "So don't stand there preaching about responsibility. Where was Maxwell's responsibility when he cheated on me?" I took one step closer. "Where was yours?" Denver's brows knit together. "Both of you knew." Every word came out sharper than the last. "You knew about Elise. You knew my husband was betraying me. You smiled at me. You watched me embarrass myself. You let me keep loving a man who was already building another life behind my back."

If I didn’t know that man was my husband—the father of my baby—I would have sworn they were a couple, happy and in love. “Isabella Caruso? The doctor is ready for your examination,” the nurse called. Vincent turned, his face drained of color, his eyes scanning the hallway. He must have heard my name. When his eyes landed on me, his mouth opened, but no words came out. I had been happily married to Vincent Falcone, my mafia husband, for nearly ten years. This year, I was finally pregnant with his child. He of all people should know how difficult is for me to have the baby now. How could he do this to me?

"Love is like the wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it." - Nicholas Sparks. Two days later, Gregório Villa-Lobos called Eduardo and gave him unexpected news. — The prodigal daughter returned yesterday. Fernando is still very angry, but because of his wife's heart, he decided to forgive his daughter. “So what happens now? Will we forget about this wedding thing? – Eduardo asked, holding the phone between his chin and shoulder as he undressed to shower in the presidential suite of his hotel in Rio.

"Don't blame me child. You made your choice. You were already hating her. You cheated and j couldn't let you be more depressed so I did what I had to do.. your wife is still here waiting. She's going to ruin you if you bring Eloise her so let's just say it's the universe that's working in my favor" "It was my fault. I take my blame and I won't let the same mistake repeat itself.. Eloise is now a big hit..she was barren now she has three kids. She was broke but she's the CEO of a museum! Do you know how much connection she has. How difficult it is to own. Museum and how much a museum would generate? In Florence, Italy..I can't lose that too. Beside I had to manage to get her sign the house do

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

When Sabrina was alone in her hotel room, she found herself thinking about Elias. The boy was intelligent and observant beyond his years, and she believed Victor had raised him well despite doing it alone. She had wanted to ask about Elias’s mother, but she chose not to step into a part of Victor’s life that he clearly kept private. Without warning, a memory rose inside her, strong and vivid. It was not gentle, it was the kind of memory she had tried to bury but had never fully escaped.

ISABELLE'S POV. “ I'm sorry but who are you? Do I know you?” Kristen asked with a confused expression and it felt like my head was about to explode. “Kristen? It's me, Isabelle, your wife.. don't you remember me?” I asked as I felt my heart beat accelerate. “ I'm sorry but I don't remember getting married..Can you please get the doctor? My legs hurt.” He calmly said but I stared at him with teary eyes.

Grief with no right to exist for a stranger, for one night, for the girl who had hoped the world contained men who held women like that. He had found someone. He loved her the way I had spent eight years waiting to be loved. And here I stood. Roberta Riggs. Wife of Jace Riggs. Billionaire. Architect of his fortune—visible to no one. Trapped. Buried alive. Unhappily married to a man who had never once stood beside me in public. The stretcher disappeared through another set of doors. Brett followed without looking back. Then the gurney came back out.

The woman from the hidden cell comes over to the bench with Eliza helping her to walk. “Fuck you, Syd. You kept me in that room for three days now. Did you forget? Hmm? Again?” Again? Was this a regular thing? He frowns then his eyes clear, and he nods sadly, “Gods, you’re so stupid. He pushes the bookcase over, then forgets the door is even there. I’m his wife, and I’m the stupid one for marrying him in the first place. You can imprison me or whatever. I’m done, we’re getting divorced as soon as I figure out how to do that from prison.”

she never failed to remind me of that stupid thing I did but I was not ready to let that deter me or make me regret fighting for what I truly wanted. “I didn’t leave. I forgot.” I slammed the marriage certificate down on her coffee table. “But you knew. You knew where I was. You knew I had no idea. And you still kept him from me! Why? Why didnt you come back looking for me and why was it that when you finally came back, you hid from me? You djdnt only hide yourself, you hid my child as well? Why did you do that?'