Esposa Olvidada Book Novels & Stories

When she came back, he forgot her entirely, and he had fallen in love with Jenna. It was so hard for her to accept it. She thought he was her soul mate, but he forgot her. She tried all kinds of ways to remind him of their past. She even begged Jenna to give him back to her. Well, what she got was endless humiliation from Jenna and his growing disapproval.

she started and I looked at with a raised eyebrow, wondering what she was hinting at … “What do you mean?” I asked with a frown and she chuckled softly before moving out of her seat and walked towards the shelves holding her books.. “ Everybody knows how terrible lord Kristen is but you my darling choose to act oblivious to any of these…He got Another woman pregnant while still married to you and you still think this is the time to feign ignorance?” she nonchalantly spoke as she trailed her fingers on the books.. “ I beg your pardon, Madam Lauren?” I didn't dare lose my temper and give her the satisfaction of seeing me mad..

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.

My husband. I didn’t remember him. I didn’t remember anything

"No, sorry. You have to keep doing the books" "Fuck, I hate that shit" "At least you're good at it. I can't even tell the difference between two zeros" "I should have found an educated person as my second. You're of no use" "Tough luck. What time is it?" "You can't even read a watch, you dumbass. It's a little past mid-day" "She should have gotten here already. Did she change her mind?" "You have some new whores coming over or what?" "No, it's Carina. She found out she was married to you and had a miscarriage. Paulo told me to keep an eye out for her"

“She looks different—almost… fragile. Nothing like the woman we know.” “Precisely,” I said. “What you’re looking at is a photograph of Yasmin Lee Estrada, the only daughter of a struggling restaurant couple in Hawaii. But she wasn’t just any girl—she was the wife of Cole Martinez.” A stunned silence fell over the room. Mr. Delgado sat up straighter. “Wait, wait, wait—Cole Martinez? The billionaire from Hawaii? He was married?” I nodded. “Exactly. And you won’t find any public records of it because the Martinez family never announced it. She was hidden from the world. The only evidence of her existence is that photo you’re holding. A rare mistake.”

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?'

For those who know that sometimes, the greatest kind of love isn’t loud or perfect. It’s the kind that stays. The kind that fights. The kind that waits. From my pen to your heart. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your tears, and your hope. Always writing for you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright & Disclaimer © Ernest Brooks. All rights reserved. The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), real-life events, or experiences is purely coin

“I treated my wife horribly. I don’t remember her name. I don’t remember how she looked or how old she was then. I don’t remember anything about her at all. I don’t know where she is. Until a few hours ago, I had forgotten I was even married." He held back his choking emotions as he added. "Shortly after my marriage, I instigated Lydia Aprice to study abroad. I forgot about her existence soon after.” “A few months ago, I found the girl I had met at the beach. Which makes it even more certain that everything the Aprices told me about my wife and my mother-in-law was lies. I don’t know the whole truth about my wife, but thinking back on what I can remember, she is the biggest victim in our mar